CHAPTER XI.
ONE WAY IN.
I heard her fumbling with her pocket.
“I can’t find the thing; I had it just now; I can’t have dropped it”
“Oh, Pollie! Quick! they’re at the wall!”
There was a scraping noise from behind; a muffled whispering. It sounded as if someone was endeavouring to negotiate the obstacle we had just surmounted. Still Pollie was continuing her researches.
“Where can I have put the thing?”
“Can’t you find it? Oh, Pollie!”
Someone was on the wall; had dropped softly to the ground. The sound of his alighting feet was distinctly audible. There was a pause, as if for someone to follow. It was the pause which saved us. As I waited, with my heart actually banging against my ribs, my legs giving way at the knees, expecting every second that someone would come darting at us through the darkness, just in time to save me from toppling in a heap on to the ground Pollie found the key.
“I’ve got it! What did uncle say I was to do with it? Push it against the spot of light—and then? I’ve got it into the keyhole; can’t you remember what uncle said I was to do with it then? It turns round and round.”
“Pollie!—they’re coming!”
They were. There was the sound of advancing footsteps. Approaching forms loomed dimly through
