I thought he was going out of his mind. He looked right and left and then behind him. He couldn’t see anything because Myra was above him. While he was occupied, I stepped in and hit him pretty well where I liked. I remembered Whisky, so I let him have it. He tried to back away, but Myra, exerting all her strength clung to him like a leech. Then he looked up and saw her. He could only gape in horror and I had no difficulty in hanging a punch on his jaw that came up from my ankles.
He gave a tired little smile and folded up on the floor.
“Very nice work,” I said, blowing on my knuckles. “And now let’s get out of this fast.”
I reached up to take Myra’s hand and I pulled her gently to the floor. She was as light as a thistle down and I had difficulty in keeping her by my side.
“She’s gotten away,” she said desperately, holding on to me, her feet a few inches off the floor.
“Never mind that,” I said, “at least, I’ve got you and that’s something.” As I moved to the door I heard the sound of heavy footsteps pounding up the stairs.
“The window,” Myra said. “Quick!”
I let her go and dashed to the window. As soon as I released her, she shot up in the air and banged against the ceiling.
“Oath!” she exclaimed from up there. “That hurt!”
I didn’t pay any attention. I was leaning out and looking down into the street. It was a long drop and we’d only break our necks if we went that way.