“Quiet!” I said and stepped out onto the eighth floor. At the end f the passage was the door that led to Maddox’s offices. As we approached, Whisky cocked his head on one side.
“Wait a minute,” he said sharply.
“What’s up?”
“Someone’s in there,” he said, “I can hear ’em.”
I listened, but I couldn’t hear a thing. “Sure?”
“You bet I’m sure,” Whisky said, lowering his tail.
I crept to the door and listened. A man’s voice sounded faintly through the thick door.
“Hell!” I said, stepping back. “What do we do now?”
“We go some place and wait,” Whisky returned.
I put my hand on the doorknob and turned it softly. The door gave a few inches and I looked into the outer office. There was no one there, but voices came from Maddox’s office across the room. His door stood open.