Piggy chose this moment for a mad dash for freedom. In his flight through the doorway he brushed the lady’s bare ankles. Miss Woodruff’s wild shrieks were added to Isabelle’s.
Of course everybody in the West Corridor was awake by that time. Brave Victoria Webster, now that Gladys was gone, was again rooming with Augusta and Lillian Thwaite. Pausing for nothing, Victoria rushed through the dark halls toward the portion of the house occupied by Doctor Rhodes. Her lusty cries of “Fire! Fire!” brought all the Rhodes family in bathrobes of assorted colors, to the West Corridor.
By the time they arrived, Lillian and Augusta had added their shrieks to Isabelle’s.
“Stop this noise,” commanded Doctor Rhodes, shaking Augusta. “What are you screaming for?”
“I don’t know,” chattered Augusta.
“What are you screaming for, Lillian?”
“Ow! Ow! I—I don’t know.”
“Miss Woodruff—”
“Why!” gasped Miss Woodruff, suddenly remembering her scarlet attire and bolting for her own room, “I don’t know.”
“Well, Isabelle, what are you screaming for? You seem to be the last.”