Chapter Fifteen.
Hard Terms.
Meanwhile those in the waiting room were doing all they could to make good their position, and that was not much. Their first attempt at forcing an entrance having failed, the four Marris had rushed among their countrymen who had firearms, striving to bring them against the door in force, or rake the room with a volley through the window, but their attention at the time was taken up with other matters, which afforded the beleaguered ones a brief respite.
“Non-combatants up here,” said Campian, pointing to the ladder and the trap door which has been mentioned. “Isn’t that the order, Colonel?”
“Yes, certainly. Up you go, Vivien.”
But Vivien refused to stir.
“I can do something at close quarters, too,” she said, drawing her revolver.
“Give it to me. I’ve not got mine with me. Now—go upstairs.”