The duty man at the exit locks stood at his window and watched me
curiously. He saw me go up the spider stairs. He could see the figure
he thought was Wilks, standing at the top. He saw me join Wilks, saw
us locked together in combat.
For a brief instant the duty man stood amazed. There were two
fantastic figures, fighting at the very brink of the cliff. They were
small, dwarfed by distance, alternately dim and bright as they swayed
in and out of the shadows. The duty man could not tell one from the
other. To him it was Haljan and Wilks, fighting to the death!
The duty man sprang into action. An interior siren call was on the
instrument panel near him. He rang it frantically.
The men came rushing to him, Grantline among them.
"What's this? Good God, Franck!"
They had seen the silent, deadly combat up there on the cliff.