"Stand here," he ordered. "Shoot him if he tries to run out. I'll search
in the packing-cases. He might be dangerous."
The Professor, out of breath, was leaning against one of the pillars, his
arm passed around it for support. Lenora, with Quest and French, searched
hastily amongst the packing-cases. Suddenly there was a loud crack, the
sound of falling masonry, followed by a scream from Laura. French, with a
roar of anger, rushed towards her. She was lying on her side, already half
covered by falling bricks and masonry. He dragged her away, just in time.
"My God, she's fainted!" he exclaimed.
"I haven't," Laura faltered, trying to open her eyes, "and I'm not going
to, but I think my arm's broken, and my side hurts."
"The fellow's not down here, anyway," Quest declared. "Let's help her
upstairs and get her out of this devil's house."
They supported her up the steps and found a chair for her in the hall. She
was white almost to the lips, but she struggled bravely to keep
consciousness.
"Don't you bother about me," she begged. "Don't let that blackguard go!
You find him. I shall be all right."
The Inspector swung open the telephone cupboard and called for an
ambulance. Then Quest, who had been examining the staircase, suddenly gave
a little exclamation.
"He's done us!" he cried. "Look here, French, this is the original
staircase. There's the leather loop. I know it because there was a crack
on the fourth stair. When we rushed down the cellar after him, he swung
the thing round again and simply walked out of the front door.
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