For a second, as I let myself appreciate our situation, I wondered whether I had interpreted correctly the kick of Pete's legs when he lay on the wing.
"You wanted to come down?" I asked.
"I did."
"Well, here we are."
"At headquarters, I guess," said Pete. "At headquarters—headquarters of what? What's Bane's idea in killing Selby and Kent—and trying to get us?"
"What's his idea in doing it with her effigy?" I put to Pete.
"What difference does that make, how he does it?"
"The idea of the effigy is the bottom of it." I said, as positively as ever Pete had spoken. "When we get that, we'll get it all."
"There they are," said Pete and nodded at the terrace, where Helen Lacey, in her white and blue, appeared beside Bane. They were talking and our window was open but we could not catch their voices; but from their posture, and from protests of her hands, I knew they argued.
