“Hunted high and low for him and couldn’t find him, he must’ve crawled off into a hole somewhere to die!”
Angie had cooled off now. “Well, what’s the difference? He couldn’t have showed them where we are anyway; he was brought all the way out here in a car. Now let’s find out just how much this blind rat knows and then we’ll send him after his pooch. They loved each other so much, be a shame to separate ’em!”
Marty lost all track of time. His indifference, now that Dick was gone, was like a blanket wrapped around him, kept him from feeling their cuffs, hearing their questions, or caring what went on around him. Presently — but whether it was hours later or just a little while later, he didn’t know — he seemed to be out in the open air again. But his captors were still all around him and his hands were tied behind him now.
“D’jever hear of guys walking the plank?” Angie’s voice was saying. “That’s what the old pirates made ’em do. Well, I got a treat for you boys; that’s why I had you bring him up here on the roof. Now some of the slabs on this coping that runs all around it are loose and will topple off if any weight is put on ’em. I know how you guys like to bet, and here’s a chance for a little money to change hands while we’re getting rid of him. Number the defective ones off in chalk; that’s it, one, two, three, like that. We’re going to hoist him up there and see how far he gets. A lighted cigarette, fastened on the end of this cane of his and held close to the back of his neck will guarantee he keeps moving and don’t stall on us. All right, keep your hands on him now till all bets are in. Here’s a hundred berries says he gets all the way to the third loose slab. I know these blind guys; they’ve got eyes in their big toes.”
“I’ll take you up on that. Here’s two hundred that the first one throws him.”
“All right, take your hands off him. Start walking. You’re on the air, dim headlights!”
“The floor is six stories away on the outside,” somebody jeered.
The heat of a cigarette started to singe the fuzz on the back of Marty’s neck. The ledge was only wide enough for one foot at a time. He felt his way forward with one foot like a tightrope walker, brought the other one up, around, and in front of the first, kept slowly repeating the process. They didn’t know it, but he wasn’t really scared. He was dead calm, cold about the whole thing. Now that Dick was gone, he didn’t care how soon he dropped. It was a fairly painless way to die anyway.
Something wabbled treacherously underfoot, and he quickly shifted weight, put his foremost foot down two paces ahead instead of one, while one of the slabs in between slithered off into space.
“He made it!” a jubilant voice shouted. “I’m in two hundred bucks. See me, baby!”
Far down below on the outside there was the tiny sound of something striking the ground.
And then, as if in answer, a dog began to bark excitedly. “Dick! That was Dick’s bark, he recognized it! Dick wasn’t dead after all, he was alive down there! And all at once Marty was alive again himself, fear of falling entered his mind for the first time, and just because he was afraid of falling, he was about to. He started to teeter back and forth, and sway, and struggle to free his arms.”
A shot rang out, down below, not up on the roof, and something fiery creased his shoulder and flung him off the perilous ledge — to the inside. The fall stunned him for a minute, though it was only a distance of a foot or two, for he hadn’t been able to use his arms to cushion it, and while he lay there, there were a lot more shots, both from the roof and from down below. Then the ones below passed into the building, and came on up. Someone fell near him and groaned in Angie’s nasal voice. Someone else screamed, and there was the sound of loose slabs being torn off the ledge.
Then there was a rush of wind and Dick was licking his master’s face all over and whimpering. Somebody lifted Marty up and freed his hands, and Burkhardt’s voice asked:
“Did I get you very bad? It was either that or see you fall to your death before our eyes.”
But Marty had no time to bother about himself. “Dick, did they hurt him bad?”
“Does he act it? Just clipped him one.”
“How did you know where to come?”
“Someone passing in a car picked Dick up close by here. His name and address are engraved on his collar plate, of course. They found your note in Dick’s leg, ‘Bring help; Dick will show you where,’ and saw that he was hurt. They took him to the police, and the police came and got me at your place. Then the people that had found Dick brought us back to the place where they’d first picked him up. He’d lost a little blood, and that led toward here.”
“Have I cleared myself?” Marty asked, while they were dressing his shoulder down below. “Do you believe me now that I wasn’t working with them?”
“The ones that are still alive are in handcuffs and you’re not; there’s your answer.”
“And you’re not sore about the way we kept you tied up in our place all that time?”
“Not so sore as you’d think. It gave me a chance to get pretty well acquainted with Celia. You’ll be seeing a good deal of me around your flat from now on. But tell me one thing. How is it you had time to write that note and stick it in Dick’s leg?”
“I didn’t write that here. I had it all written out before I even got here. I caught on I wasn’t in a cab almost as soon as I got in; the distance between the front and rear seats was too great, and I couldn’t hear any meter ticking off. Also I recognized the guy’s voice as being that of the same man who stopped me on the street only a few minutes before. So I wrote it out then, while I still had the chance. The only way to get rid of Dick was trick him into jumping out of the window after my hat. His job is to look after me, and he: wouldn’t have left me otherwise, no matter how obedient he is.”
All Burkhardt said was, “What a dog!”