inch. The air became seemingly filled with the heavy flying missives and Speedy realized he must get out of there immediately. Fortunately at this juncture Danny, who had been almost neglected in a battle concentrated by design almost entirely on Speedy, achieved victory over his two assailants, and threw open the door.
"Beat it—quick!" shouted Danny.
Speedy, hurling the pool cue in the face of the nearest attacker, leaped through the open door, Danny in his wake. They scurried down the dark hall, yanked open the outer door and ducked down the sidewalk to Danny's waiting taxicab. Not twenty steps behind and in full cry came the members in good standing of the P. G. Callahan Association. Speedy mentally gave himself up for lost. Danny could never get the car started before these hoodlums would be upon them. But then, strangely enough, a sharp voice sounded from the entrance of the "clubhouse," the pursuing thugs stopped and then started to walk slowly back to their headquarters, allowing their intended victims to dash away at top speed.
It seemed to Speedy that the voice sounded familiar, though he had never heard it shouted so loudly or so authoritatively. It was, unless he was mistaken, the voice of Steven Carter. Carter, or whoever shouted the warning, had probably spotted the two policemen who were now passing Dan's taxi.
"Whew!" said Danny, when they were a safe two blocks away. "Nice people your friend Carter
