would have to make a report. And in the center of it all would be Fred Warren. A report would surely be sent to the home office and what would they think then? It would serve to further affirm their suspicions. Fred Warren was beginning to hear murders in the middle of the night.
Wearily, dejectedly, he sat down again, staring at the floor.
He was sitting like that when he heard a soft tapping at his door. Coming alert, suspicious, he rose and went to the door, pondering it gravely for a moment before he spoke.
'Yes?' he asked.
A man's voice whispered, 'Mr. Warren?'
'Yes.'
'May I speak to you? It's quite important.'
The man's tense whispering bespoke of some urgency. Intrigued, Mr. Warren opened the door. Standing before him was a rather tall, youngish man, wearing a light blue bathrobe over pajamas. An urgent note was in his face.
'May I come in?' he asked.
'Why?'
'It's about…' and the man finished the sentence with a surreptitious nod toward the next room.
Now Mr. Warren welcomed him in and closed the door quietly. The visitor fidgeted, clasping and unclasping his hands.
'This is most irregular,' he said. 'I'm awfully sorry to bother you at this hour. But I was wondering if you had heard what went on next door. I assumed you did, being so close — the way you are.'
'Indeed I did,' Mr. Warren said. He offered his hand. 'Fred Warren,' he said.
Timidly, the man accepted. 'John Burke,' he said. 'Well, I called the clerk and he told me in effect to go back to sleep, that I had had a nightmare, that there was only a single person in that room and that I couldn't possibly have…'
'Told me the same thing,' Mr. Warren eagerly told his new ally. 'I went down there and made him call up.
'Well, we can't both be crazy,' Mr. Burke said stoutly.
'Of course not. How about the others?'
'Others?'
'Aren't there other people on the floor who might have heard? Maybe they're too afraid to…'
'Most of the other rooms are unoccupied. There's an old lady at the other end of the hall and she's near deaf. I met her in the elevator this morning and she can't hear a nickel's worth.'
'I see,' Mr. Warren said. 'What do you propose we do?'
'Well, that was what I had come to ask you.'
'I…' Mr. Warren said and stopped. The other was leaving the decision to him. He was the captain — the older, wiser man. He felt suddenly the terrific responsibility and became determined not to shirk it. 'Well, we've got to do something,' he said firmly, taking the helm. 'We can't just stand by and let… and let whatever went on in there be ignored.'
'I agree,' Mr. Burke said.
'I was going to call the police, but I thought twice on that. There's always the chance, the very, very small chance, that we could have been mistaken. Then it would be very embarrassing.'
'I quite agree,' Mr. Burke said.
'Not that I think we are mistaken, mind you. But I think we might be able to handle it without calling the police.'
'Good.'
'Did you try the keyhole?' Mr. Warren asked. It sounded foolish. But it was a suggestion.
'No.'
'Let's give it a try then.'
Quietly, they stepped out into the hall. There, while Mr. Burke, in bathrobe and pajamas and overlarge bedroom slippers, stood guard, Mr. Warren, with weary cracking bones, got down on one knee and squinted into the keyhole. He got up. He took Mr. Burke's arm and guided him back into the room, closing the door.
'Well?' Mr. Burke asked anxiously.
'It's pitch dark,' Mr. Warren said.
'Oh,' Mr. Burke said with disappointment.
Mr. Warren looked at him. 'But we can't just ignore it,' he said. 'We have a certain duty.'
'I agree.'
'Maybe we can insist the clerk open the door for us. Why should we just take that man's word? After all — '
'It could lead to a libel suit,' Mr. Burke said.
'Yes,' Mr. Warren said thoughtfully, rubbing his chin. And that would get back to the home office too. Mr. Burke watched him, waiting for some leadership.
'If only we could have a look into that room,' he said.
'There's no way,' Mr. Warren said.
'There is a way,' Mr. Burke said in a small, timorous contradiction.
'How?'
'From the ledge.'
'The ledge?'
'There's a ledge that runs around the building.'
'How wide is it?'
'It's wide enough. The window cleaners use it.'
'But they have belts,' Mr. Warren said.
'No,' Mr. Burke said. 'Balance. It's dangerous, of course…'
'It would give us a peep into that room,' Mr. Warren said.
'At least then we would know how to proceed. We'd know if there were one or two in there.'
Mr. Warren went to the window and opened it. He looked out at the ledge. It seemed wide enough. He looked at the next window. It was about eight feet away. Then he looked down. It was too dark to see the courtyard. The dark was a mighty, bottomless shaft.
'Maybe you shouldn't,' Mr. Burke said nervously. 'You've certainly shown a lot of courage already.'
Mr. Warren turned around and looked at him. A young man, but nervous and looking up to him. The home office could learn a lot from him.
'It's the only way,' he said. 'That man next door is too cocksure. We've got to see that he gets what he deserves. Why, you didn't hear that poor woman crying like I did.'
Mr. Burke nodded dutifully.
'You stand by the door,' Mr. Warren ordered, 'and keep an ear cocked. I'll get out there and have a look.'
'Will you be able to tell, in the dark?'
'I'll be able to tell,' Mr. Warren said. 'I've got extremely good night vision.'
'And a lot of courage,' Mr. Burke said.
That was the last word. Now lions couldn't keep Mr. Warren from leaping right out onto the ledge.
He pushed the window up as high as it would go and then, holding onto the window jamb, put one foot up on the sill, then the other, and in a shaky crouch stepped out onto the ledge. The night immediately surrounded him with a swarm of dark winds that whistled and swept and darted past him. He pressed his back against the cold brick wall and spread his arms for balance and began to edge along, keeping his head against the wall, his jaw jutting up as though trying to stay out of water.
Each small step was like an eternity. A terrific vanity excited him. He couldn't wait to get back into the room — not because he was afraid, but because he wanted to look back upon his achievement and talk of it to Mr. Burke. The window, a few feet away, loomed like a wondrous prize. Suddenly he didn't even care if there were two people in there or not, whether a dead woman lay there or not. He breathed the wild dark winds and it
