"Toss him over the edge," suggested the girl.
"We can't do that!" protested Norman in horror. "We'll bring him along. Maybe we can find some place to lock him up." He took hold of the man, heaved, grunted, got him over his shoulder. "There's the elevator house, beyond that rock garden," he panted, staggering toward it.
They reached the elevator. It was an automatic lift, he saw. The indicator showed that the cage was on the floor below them. He was about to press the button when the Duchess's eyes widened. The needle on the indicator was slowly revolving around the dial.
"Someone's coming up," gasped Norman. Feverishly, he heaved the unconscious man behind a bush. The Duchess dived around the corner of the elevator house as Norman plucked a stone the size of his head from the rock garden, crouched behind a dwarf fir beside the doors.
The doors slid back. A man in civilian clothes stepped onto the roof.
"Bauer," he called. "Hey, Bauer."
Norman hit him over the head with the stone. The man crumpled.
The Duchess peered around the edge of the elevator house, stepped out. "You're getting quite a collection."
Norman looked worried. He hauled the sun-bather from behind the bush and stacked both of them inside the elevator. "Come on."
The Duchess shrugged her shoulders, stepped into the elevator.