"Above all things," she warned him, "you must watch that door!"
Her straining ears heard a quiet click-click; she had learned of old the meaning of that pregnant sound. It was the trigger of a revolver being cocked.
"All right—I'm ready," said the man at the door, grimly. Then he laughed, perhaps a little uneasily. "But why are we all in darkness this way?"
"The wires have been cut—that is a part of his plan!"
Keenan took a step into the room and addressed the black emptiness before him.
"Will the gentleman speak up and explain?"
No answer came out of the darkness. Frank knew, by this time, that Keenan would make no move to desert her.
"Have you a lamp, or a light of any kind, Miss Allen?" was the next curt, businesslike question.
"Oh, be careful, sir!" she warned him, now in blind and unreasoning terror.
"Have you a light?" repeated Keenan authoritatively.