"No, she went back for something."
Greg groaned. "Then it's too late. He's just gone up."
The boy whistled.
Greg jumped for the elevator. But the boy hung back. Greg was too disreputable looking for the Stickney Arms. During that pause from somewhere far up in the building the sound of a slammed door came down the stair well.
"Take me up!" cried Greg. "How do you run this damned thing!"
A signal showed on the telephone switchboard. "His number!" said one of the boys springing to answer, and Greg paused.
"Yes, sir, all right, sir," stammered the boy at the board.
He jumped up breathless with excitement. "The Spanish gent! He says the girl's run out. He says she's not herself. He says stop her. And one of us go up and bring him down."
The elevator signal was already ringing continuously. Greg stepped out. He cast a significant glance around from boy to boy.
"My cab's just beyond the door. A fiver to each of you fellows if she gets in it safe!"