For one thing, I happened to be in the same house with you one night when you showed Crazy Laura, your wife, how to make people immortal.

And we 'll probably learn a few more things about your character when we 've gotten back there and interviewed--" He stopped his accusations to leap forward, clutching wildly.

But in vain.

With a lunge, Squint Rodaine had turned, then, springing high from the floor, had seemed to double in the air as he crashed through the big pane of the window and out to the twenty-foot plunge which awaited him.
Blocked by the form of Fairchild, the two sheriffs sought in vain to use the guns which they had drawn from their holsters.

Hurriedly they gained the window, but already the form of Rodaine had unrolled itself from the snow bank into which it had fallen, dived beneath the protection of the low coping which ran above the first-floor windows of the hotel, skirted the building in safety and whirled into the alley that lay beyond.