"Not a sound ... do you understand?" whispered Jarvis, as he backed toward the door again.
"What right...?" she began.
"Quiet!"
The voices in the corridor were closer now.
"Where'd he go? Look on the fire-escape."
"No use—he's on this floor, I tell you."
The girl advanced toward him, her own spirit asserting itself, as she realized that help was within calling distance. Yet she did not call!
"What is it? What do you want? What have you done?"
Warren slipped the revolver into his pocket to reassure her.
"It's all right now. I'm not going to harm you, if you will just keep quiet. Is that clear to you?"