Mr. Macey folded the scarf and placed it in one of his own inner pockets.
"Now, let us get down out of here," begged the real estate man.
"This place is giving me the horrors."
"You can start ahead, sir," laughed Dave. "But we want time to put our shoes on."
Two or three minutes later the four started below, going slowly over the ladder part of the route. When they struck the winding staircase they went a bit more rapidly.
Down in the street it seemed to the watchers as though ages had passed since the two boys had been seen going inside from the iron balcony.
But now, at last, Herr Schimmelpodt heard steps inside, so he threw open the heavy door at once.
As Dick and Dave came out again into the sunlight what a mighty roar of applause and cheering went up.
Then Herr Schimmelpodt, advancing to the edge of the steps, and laying one hand over his heart, bowed profoundly and repeatedly.
That turned the cheering to laughter. The big German held up his right hand for silence.
"Ladies und chentlemen," shouted Herr Schimmelpodt, as soon as he could make him self heard, "I don't vant to bose as a hero!"