“No getting out that way,” she whispered.
Mabel advanced and looked into the room beyond. In it sat Hernandez and his wife.
Shirley nodded her head.
“No, we can’t get out there,” she agreed.
The girls looked about for some other means of escape.
They now stood in what appeared to be a long and narrow hall, and at Shirley’s whispered suggestion they went back along it. Far to the rear they could see a faint beam of light and Shirley’s heart beat faster with renewed hope.
At last they came to a high window, through which the light streamed. It was out of reach of the girls, but Shirley found a chair which she dragged forth and mounted. Her shoulders now were on a level with the window.
The girl uttered an exclamation of satisfaction.
“What is it, Shirley?” asked Mabel breathlessly.
“We can get out here,” was the reply, “the window is not barred.”