“I think so. I’m almost sure she is. I fancy she may be strapped to the bed. I’m going up again, and if I can, I’m going to get into that room.”
“I say, Tuppence—”
“If I’m in any sort of danger I’ll yell for you. So long.”
Avoiding further argument Tuppence hurried up the ladder again. Tommy saw her try the window, then noiselessly push up the sash. Another second, and she had disappeared inside.
And now an agonising time came for Tommy. He could hear nothing at first. Tuppence and Mrs. Leigh Gordon must be talking in whispers if they were talking at all. Presently he did hear a low murmur of voices and drew a breath of relief. But suddenly the voices stopped. Dead silence.
Tommy strained his ears. Nothing. What could they be doing?
Suddenly a hand fell on his shoulder.
“Come on,” said Tuppence’s voice out of the darkness.
“Tuppence! How did you get here?”
“Through the front door. Let’s get out of this.”
“Get out of this?”
“That’s what I said.”
“But— Mrs. Leigh Gordon?”
In a tone of indescribable bitterness Tuppence replied.
“Getting thin!”
Tommy looked at her, suspecting irony.