"Turn left up here," Norma said. "It's only a few blocks." The buildings anchored time to the Earth, encapsulating the past in steel and concrete. Morning shadows walked before the onrushing future. "Here!" Norma cried. The car braked to a stop. The driver watched them run wildly, and an uneasiness settled upon him. He glanced to the east. The morning was chill. The excitement their urgency had generated had not vanished with their departure. What the devil? he thought. Whadda you suppose it's all about? * * * * * Inside, Norma said, "Third floor. He's got guards. I'll take the elevator. You take the stairs. I'll try to get the guards' attention." Herb nodded. He bolted for the stairway. The carpet blanketed his footfalls. He heard the elevator doors click and the cage rattle upward. First landing. Silence. Second landing. His heart was loud. His feet became delicate, and he balanced on his toes, moving toward the final encounter. There. Norma had the guard. There was only one. She was speaking intently. The guard faced away from Herb. Herb was in the corridor. He moved like a sigh, and the space between him and the guard shortened. The guard turned, and Herb sprang. He crashed into the guard before the police automatic was clear of the shiny holster. The impact of his body spun the gun away. They were down, wrestling viciously. Herb felt his head ring. He stifled a cry. Pain nestled in his groin. He struck out. The guard smashed an elbow into Herb's nose. He got up and kicked Herb in the face, and Herb jerked his leg savagely. Unbalanced, he went down. Herb was upon him. Breath hissed out, and Herb struck viciously with his gun butt. Panting, he stood. "It's locked," he said, testing the door. Norma had recovered the guard's automatic. Whitefaced she stood. Bloody nosed, bleeding, Herb threw himself into the panel. There was a great, kettle drum boom and the panel held. Again he slammed into it. It splintered away. He fought through the shards of maple; and was halfway into the room when Bud, looking up from the telephone, fired. Herb sighed and fell to the left and his gun slipped from his hand. CHAPTER XVII Bud, drained of color, cried "Hurry that call, operator!" His gun was on the door when Norma filled it. "Stop, Bud!" His eyes dulled. Conflicting emotions ran jagged edges over his face. One hand held the phone, the other the gun. Norma was afraid to fire for fear she would miss. "I'll kill you if you try to stop me!" he screamed. He could not place the person in the doorway. And then he realized that it was the Devil cleverly disguised as his sister. Norma stepped into the room, drawing closer. Her hand trembled violently. Bud was perspiring. "Bud," she said. Her voice choked. "He didn't mail ... he didn't mail the ... package ... the ... the package." Tears ran down her cheeks. "Get away! _Get away!_"