And then a new voice broke into the tempest. A familiar voice, preternaturally excited. Teal! How had Teal got in? Had he found the secret entrance, or broken through the locked door? Funny, that--Storm hadn't expected rescue. All the odds had been against Teal getting in before it was too late. But it was Teal's booming bass all right--no doubt about that--and Teal himself, ploughing like a cruiser towards him. "Hold on, Captain Arden! ... Hold on! ... Come on, boys!" And Storm managed to cheer back: "Atta baby, Teal! Give 'em Hell!" CHAPTER XXIX BREAK AWAY They got him away. Somehow, after a second eternity of effort, he was free of the swaying, cursing throng. Leaning against the wall, panting, drawing a bleeding, aching hand across his filming eyes. Susan clutching his hand, straining herself against him. Teal's arm around his shoulders, supporting him. Out of the Valley of the Shadow.... Homeric.... Men were still pouring through a door which had been knocked off its hinges, struggling in scattered knots to overpower the last stand of the Triangle. The Apex himself was not among them. "The Big Triangle!" gasped Storm. "Teal--get him! Black mask ... he's gone!" "It's all right," soothed Teal clumsily, and Storm shook him off with an impatient shrug. "It's all wrong! You've got to get him! Tear down the hangings! There must be another exit." Teal obeyed, Storm helping as best he could. Other detectives were at work immediately. And so they saw that at the end of the room where the dais was, the curtains hung three feet off the wall, leaving a hidden alley at the end of which was a door. Teal was the first through, and when he saw where he was he nearly choked, for it was the narrow passage where he had caught Blaythwayt. When they reached the hall they found it deserted, for every man on the job was by then crowded into the throne room to help the fight. In a sudden flash of intuition Teal raced for the cellar stairs, and, as he opened the door, he distinctly heard the clatter of shoes on stone slabs die away. "Through the garage!" They could be but a little way behind. Teal pounded down the steps, with Storm hard on his heels. Even as they reached the cellar level, they caught a glimpse of a tall figure sprinting down the gloom of the short passage towards the now open panel in the tire cupboard. Storm kept up with Teal in that hectic chase--how, he never knew. He was tired unto death, but a superhuman will-power kept him going when every fibre of his body shrieked for rest. And they were in the tunnel when they heard the roar of a racing car's exhaust. _An instant later a second exhaust stammered into life!_ Storm remembered the two silver racing cars he had seen when they brought him into the garage in the taxi. "Who in glory's that?" Teal's amazed ejaculation as he ran.