Jimmie pulled his sleeve away. “There’s going to be a blast there—in a minute.”
“Then work fast—you ape!”
Jimmie said, “Chances are it would get both of us.”
“A chance worth taking! Come on!”
To Biff’s dismay his brother stood still, keeping his eyes on the window. The light retreated. It wavered and stood still. “He’s opening the safe,” Jimmie said. “So the stuff in it will burn! God! I wonder if I’d have—” Suddenly he cupped his hands and yelled with all his force. “Mr. Corinth! It’s me! Jimmie! Jump!”
Biff pawed at his brother. “He can’t hear you! Get going!”
“I’m not going,” Jimmie said.
“Not going! You—!” Biff pushed Jimmie toward the tank.
“Leggo. In the old man’s safe is the story of what he was working on. He knows the story, and I do. No other people. If the wrong guy got those papers—even a reporter—! That’s what he’s thinking!”
Biff’s voice was frantic. “You gotta get him out. He’s a nice old guy, Jimmie! You can’t stand and argue! He’ll burn!!”