I got the wire and trussed Arena up. I had to clip him twice before I finished. I went through his pockets, looked at things, recovered my souvenirs. I went over to Stenn. He was breathing.
Arena was watching. "He's okay, for crissake," he said. "What kind of punch you think I got?"
I hoisted Stenn onto my shoulder.
"So long, Arena," I said. "I don't know why I don't blow your brains out. Maybe it's that Navy Cross citation in your wallet."
"Listen," Arena said. "Take me with you."
"A swell idea," I said. "I'll pick up a couple of tarantulas, too."
"You're trying for the hack, right?"
"Sure. What else?"
"The roof," he said. "I got six, eight rotos on the roof. One high-speed job. You'll never make the hack."