"The Amazons! They're here!" he cried.
From the northeast corner of the building there came the staccato roar of a machine gun.
"The roof!" Matt cried and dashed for the elevator.
The four men ran out on the landscaped roof. They made hurriedly for a tight knot of men and women at the opposite rail.
Megaphones roared suddenly as Captain Bascom called through them: "Don't approach any closer! We've machine guns trained over the grounds!"
His voice was the voice of a giant through the electric megaphones.
Matt reached the rail and peered down. "Where are they?" he asked.
"There!" Lynn cried, pointing. Thirty stories below, Matt could see the grounds lit by the flood lights as bright as day. At the edge of illumination, he could make out tiny shadowy figures.
Suddenly, someone grasped his shoulder.
"Never mind the women," he heard Sawyer's voice grate in his ear. "Look at the river!"