“If they could get Bill⁠—” said Bundle and stopped.

Loraine shivered.

“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.