“Then you can watch from there. Do not burn a light.”
“And if anything strange does occur?”
“Go to your balcony, and tie a white handkerchief to the railings.”
“And you?” queried Pauline.
At that moment there was the sound of a window opening in Carpentaria’s bungalow across the avenue, and a voice called plaintively:
“Carlos, is that you?”
“It is I,” he answered, as low as he could.
“Go to her. Comfort her,” Pauline enjoined him.
“I am coming to you,” he obediently called in the direction of the window.
Both of them could see the vague figure of Juliette, framed in the window.