"Twenty-ninth and thirtieth."
"How does it happen no one else is here?"
Matt could feel his heart thumping in his throat and his mouth was dry, but he managed to grin.
"If you were planning treachery, I'm the only one you'd get." He started for the side of the hall. "I'll call an elevator."
Matt could feel his palms sweating. He reached the wall and pressed the button. A bell began to ring in the elevator shaft.
Eight of the doors slid open, revealing an ugly machine gun in each car. Matt nimbly skipped into the nearest one.
"Get your women against the far wall, Margot Drake," he yelled, "or we'll chop them into hamburger with the guns!"
X
Summer was on the wane before the last plastic plate was welded in the dome over the fortress, and the work was done.