"Joan!" he said. He could hear Landovitch grunting and puffing, trying to squeeze his big frame through the narrow aperture. The girl did not answer.
"Joan!" he called louder. His voice came back to him hollowly in the pitch black corridor. "Joan!"
There was no answer. The girl was gone.
VI
Jaro hesitated undecided which way to go.
"Pull me out of here," Landovitch pleaded. "I'm stuck."
He felt around, seized the big T.I.S. agent's wrist, tugged. Landovitch came free, stood up, cracked his head against the roof with a thud.
"It's a low ceiling," said Jaro.
"This is a fine time to be telling me."