There seemed to be a lot of action on the screen. Men were running in various directions in what appeared to be a large hall with an impressive stairway.
"Yoleen!" Rosenkrantz flung over his shoulder. "Tell Smitty!"
"Mr. Smith!" said Westervelt, turning back to the phone screen. "Joe says it's Yoleen coming in. Maybe you'd like to see it yourself. Something looks wrong."
"Coming!" said Smith, and the phone went dark.
Westervelt looked around to see that most of the running figures had hidden themselves. A voice was coming over, and he listened with the operator.
"... knocked apart so I have to use one of the observation lenses they have planted around the embassy. He's shooting up the place good!"
"I'm taping until someone gets here," said Rosenkrantz. "Better tell me what happened, just in case."
Yoleen, thought Westervelt. That would be ... let me see ... Gerson, the kidnap case. Do they mean that he's shooting them up?
"... and after he left me with this mess, in the com room, he headed for the stairs," said the voice of the unseen operator. "He seems to be trying to get out of the embassy. We don't know why—the boys got him there without any trouble."
"Was he all right?" asked Rosenkrantz, cocking an ear at the door.