"Nothing."
"Ingenious man. Is he armed?"
"No."
"Um. We cannot permit him to be killed."
"Well, he is apparently very strong."
"There are times when that helps."
"Still, we had better record him."
"Wait. He's coming down."
It was time to do something. Web did not know what, but he had to do something. There was a phone in the shabby little foyer, but he passed it by. It had occurred to him that Dundon would be no help at all. He stepped out into the street.