That's the whole story.

I ran out and looked everywhere, but he was off.

And now, if the murder is to come, I'm going to be in first." And she still kept the long wooden bench poised above her head.
Pinky saw a dangerous look in the woman's eyes.
"Put that thing down," she cried, "and don't be a fool.

Let me see;" and she darted past the woman and ran up stairs.

She found the window of Andy's prison open and the print of his little fingers on the snow-covered sill outside, where he had held on before dropping to the ground, a distance of many feet.