Chapter Thirty-FourGrand Slam, Redoubled
Sybil swayed against Tim, sobbing in overwrought relief. Squareless had sunk back into his chair, breathing hard. Mrs. Barrelforth was wrapping a handkerchief around her hand and muttering to herself. Then she glanced toward Tim and said, “Nice work, son. Saved the day. Are you all right?”
“Just scared,” said Tim. “How about you?”
“Slightly scraped. Not to mention humiliated. Particularly as it was my own bright idea to separate Heinkel from the rest of his gang so I could handle him myself. Instead of which, he damned near handled me.”
“Where is the rest of his gang?” asked Tim.
“In the pokey, I trust. Did you hear that motorcycle go across the bridge a while ago? That was a State trooper giving me the high sign that the hideout had been raide
