Volna started and clutched my arm. “What shall we do?”
If it was the police, we were caught like rats in a trap.
“We must brazen it out,” I said.
“The papers?” she whispered. The knocking was repeated more loudly and insistently than before. “Open there, at once. I say.”
“See if there’s fire enough to burn them.”
She ran back into the room.
“Who is there?” I called.
“The police. Open or we shall break in.”
To shew hesitation would be fatal. So I unfastened the door and threw it open.
At that moment, Volna came back and shook her head.