woman in pain. Tuppence pointed upward to a window on the first floor.
“It came from that room,” she whispered.
Again that low moan rent the stillness of the night.
The two listeners decided to put their original plan into action. Tuppence led the way to where she had seen the gardener put the ladder. Between them they carried it to the side of the house from which they had heard the moaning. All the blinds of the ground floor rooms were drawn, but this particular window upstairs was unshuttered.
Tommy put the ladder as noiselessly as possible against the side of the house.
“I’ll go up,” whispered Tuppence. “You stay below. I don’t mind climbing ladders and you can steady it better