Mr. Harrison laughed uneasily. "Pretty dangerous--"

I glanced at Paul. He was staring straight down again. "He's on the

verge of jumping."

"Jumping!"

"And I can't get near enough to grab him. Whatever you do in a case

like this--for God's sake start doing it quick! Only--if anybody tries

to snatch him and he knows it--he'll probably go."

"Oh-my-God!"

"It's a mess. I'm sorry. And I need help. Intelligent help--quick."

"Do what I can."