The others crowded about her.
“It is nothing!” said Miranda incredulously.
“It is! It is!” whispered Una. “I just caught the flash of white drapery at the bend in that farthest corridor.”
Raoul laughed. “You are mistaken,” he said. “Nothing is there now, that’s certain.”
They stood silently watching the dark green-and-white figures that stretched away in closely huddled ranks before them. But they could detect nothing that answered to Mrs. Quayle’s description. There was nothing that moved, nothing human, in all that glittering array of grotesque forms. Then, there was a sharp, clinking sound, as if the brittle point of a stalactite had been broken off and had fallen to the ground.
“We are watched,” said Leighton in a low voice. “Whoever they are, these people have some reason for following us—and keeping out of the way.”
“Time to be on our guard,” said Herran in Spanish to Miranda, who assented vehemently.
“Nonsense!” exclaimed Raoul.
“Ah! You say that?” growled Miranda suspiciously. “This is one trap of yours, then!”