I unlatched the window and climbed out into the dry, crisp breeze.

The movies didn't know much about convection. The updraft nearly lifted

me off the ledge, but the cornice was so wide I could keep out of the

wind if I kept myself flat against the side of the building.

The next window was about twenty feet away. I had covered half that

distance, moving my feet with a sideways crab motion, when Carl,

indisputably the second policeman, put his head out of the window

where I was heading and pointed a .38 revolver at me, saying in a

let's-have-no-foolishness tone: "Get in here."

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