As his shoes fell to the roof, George screamed. The ape shook him and he stopped, his brains all but scrambled. From somewhere Jack was calling that he had finally come out of the closet, but the Orang-otang still held him off the floor of the roof. As the bolo pared away his toenails, George wished that he had worn socks.

From the stairway to the roof, Belize, unseen, raised her rifle and suddenly a tranquilizer dart blossomed in the primate's gluteus muscle. It screamed and dropped George, cropping his hair rather shorter than he liked with a swing of the bolo. Then the drug took effect and he (it was most definitely a male) fell like a rolling stone, seriously cracking some of the roof joists as he did so.

In the distance music was playing. "Night Train," murmured George as he lost consciousness.