Vassilan followed, or rather was practically thrown out, and the young Hungarian could have climbed after him nimbly enough had not Curtis insisted on helping him, and, pinioning his arms, forced him head foremost over the sill, but not so rapidly that Steingall should be unable to "go through him" scientifically for the note.
"Be off, you two! Take the car and go home!" It was no time for argument.

Both Curtis and Devar read into Steingall's muttered injunction the belief that the hunt had ended for the night.

They knew that the detectives could take care of themselves, and they had scrambled through the window and made off swiftly in the direction of the waiting automobile before the despoiled Hungarian regained his feet.

The hour yet wanted nearly ten minutes of being one o'clock, so the chauffeur had not budged from his post in the park.

Devar told him to start the engine, and be ready to jump off without delay.