He rose from the bed and stood listening beside the door.
"Did you hear anything, Steve?" came his whisper.
"No," said Harry softly.
"Sounds like some one outside the door."
"I don't hear it."
Wally stood motionless. Harry could not see him in the darkness, but he knew the man was intent.
Harry's nerves were tingling now. He sensed immediate danger and wondered how he should act. He reached out and placed his hand on the window sill, then peered out. Three stories down. No escape there.
A few seconds passed, and they seemed a long time. Then suddenly two actions occurred with amazing quickness. The door swung open, and a hand pressed the light switch. The room was instantly illuminated.
One of Harry's hands clutched the window sill; the other gripped the arm of the chair as he stared at the scene before him.
By the bed stood Wally, a startled figure. He was a rough-looking individual, with an ugly, unshaved ace.