"S-sh!"
Rosalind faced the door desperately.
"Now I must manage to keep them down-stairs," she muttered.
CHAPTER XXII
FOOTSTEPS ABOVE
As the door was flung open Rosalind stood with her back against the newel-post of the staircase, braced for defense against an army. Her brain was in a tumult of activity.
"Rosalind!"
It was Polly's shriek. With it she sprang forward. The lady at the foot of the staircase waved her back with a gesture.
"I'm quite all right, thanks," she said coolly.
"You're half drowned!"