“Not yet anyway.”
“Put the lamp out and take a look out of the window.”
Ken turned down the wick, blew out the flickering flame and groped his way across the room to the heavily curtained window.
“Be careful,” Johnny muttered.
Cautiously Ken lifted the edge of the curtain and peered out into the dark night. At first he could see nothing, then he spotted two shadowy figures almost under the window. He hurriedly lowered the curtain and stepped back.
“Two of them are right outside.”
He heard the door open.
“What’s happened to the light?” Rose asked out of the darkness.
“I’ll light it again,” Ken said, struck a match and lit the lamp. “I was looking out of the window. The police are right outside.”
She noticed Johnny was staring at her.