“I know—but we’re in the house. Nobody can get in without our hearing them. And anyway we’ve got the revolver.”
Bundle turned her attention back again to Bill.
“I wish I knew what to do. Hot coffee. You give them that sometimes.”
“I’ve got some smelling-salts in my bag,” said Loraine. “And some brandy. Where is it? Oh, I must have left it in the room upstairs.”
“I’ll get it,” said Bundle. “They might do some good.”
She sped quickly up the stairs, across the gaming room and through the open door into the meeting place. Loraine’s bag was lying on the table.
As Bundle stretched out her hand to take it, she heard a noise from behind her. Hidden behind the door a man stood ready with a sandbag in his hand. Before Bundle could turn her head, he had struck.
With a faint moan, Bundle slipped down, an unconscious heap, upon the floor.