“We’re not licked yet. Come on.” Sandy took hold of Ken’s arm with sudden vigor.
“Come where?” Ken asked.
“Just follow me. It’s my turn to have a hunch. But hurry!”
Sandy dragged him quickly to the top of the stairway, hesitated there a moment trying to orient himself in the confused underground labyrinth beneath Grand Central Station, and then demanded, “Which way is Lexington Avenue?”
“Over that way.”
“That’s the way we go then.” Sandy darted toward the exit, and Ken followed.
Like a broken-field runner Sandy ducked, pivoted, and plunged through the crowd, with Ken always close behind him, until they emerged into the street. Just in front of them a taxicab was discharging a baggage-laden passenger. Sandy crossed the sidewalk in a single leap.
“Come on!” he shouted to Ken. To the d
