.

One of the women was crying and cursing the "damned filthy Nations
police" over one of the bodies, and the other woman was sitting
stonily, staring at her handcuffs with a faint sneer.

"Where's Brittain?" roared Karnes. The man was nowhere in the room.

"Gone," said one of the cops. "Evidently he skipped out while the rest
of us were unconscious. He was the guy who threw the bomb."

Karnes glanced at his watch. One sixteen in the morning. They had been
out about twelve or thirteen minutes.

"Where the devil did he go? How in--"

Lieutenant Carnotti came up to him, a look of self-disgust on his
face. "I know how he got away, Mr. Karnes; I just talked to the boys
on the roof. He grabbed a uniform coat and cap off Sergeant Joseph
while he was out and commandeered a 'copter on the roof."

* * * * *

Karnes didn't wait for further information. He ran out into the hall
and into the open elevator. Within less than a minute, he was on the
roof.

One cop was speaking rapidly into a transmitter.

"--number 3765. Left about ten minutes ago, supposedly for the
hospital. Officer Powers in the 'copter with him."

He cut off and looked at Karnes, who was standing over him. His gun
was out before he spoke. "Who are you, buddy."

Karnes told him who he was. The cop looked skeptical. Karnes didn't
have his hat on, and his clothes were a bit rumpled after his nap on
the floor.

Karnes didn't need to say anything; another policeman was going
through his pockets, and he found the billfold. As soon as they saw
the forgeproof identity card, they relaxed.

"Sorry, Mr. Karnes," said the man at the transceiver, "but we've
already let one man get away."

Karnes nodded. "I know. Pure blind luck that his suit was almost the
same shade as that gray uniform you guys wear, or he'd never have got
away with it. All he needed was the jacket and cap."

"Have any idea which way he went?"

The cop shrugged. "He came up here and told us that three men had been
shot down below and some more gassed. He said Mr. Lansberg had sent
him for a hospital call. Then he jumped in a 'copter with Powers and
headed northeast. We didn't pay much attention. After all, he was
wearing a sergeant's stripes."

Northeast. That would be toward Long Island. But, naturally, he would
circle; he wouldn't be dumb enough to head in the right direction
until he was out of sight. Or would he?

"Get on that radio again," he told