She put down the papers she had been studying, walked over to the window and looked out. Two cars of police and a paddy wagon had come to a stop in front of the building. Kate watched, frowning, as half a dozen uniformed policemen leaped from the cars and hurried to cover the two entrances and exits to the building. It was late, and the streets were deserted. Kate caught a wavy reflection of herself in the window. She was a beautiful woman, with her father’s light-gray eyes and her mother’s full figure. There was a knock at the office door and Kate called, “Come in.” The door opened and two uniformed men entered. One wore the bars of a superintendent of police. “What on earth is going on?” Kate demanded. “I apologize for disturbing you at this late hour, Miss McGregor. I’m Superintendent Cominsky.” “What’s the problem, Superintendent?” “We’ve had a report that an escaped killer was seen entering this building a short time ago.” There was a shocked look on Kate’s face.
