“How dared you suggest such a thing!” she murmured to Quest. “Do look at them. The Inspector wants her to take his watch, and she can’t quite make up her mind about it. Why, Laura’s getting positively frivolous.”
“Guess we’d better not watch them any longer,” Quest decided. “What about a game of bezique?”
“I should love it!” Lenora assented. “You’ll find the cards in that satchel.”
They sat and played for half an hour by the light of a lantern. Suddenly Quest paused in the act of dealing and glanced over his shoulder.
“What the mischief was that?” he muttered.
“Sounded as though the tent flapped,” Lenora replied.
Quest rose, and with the lantern in his hand walked to the other side of the tent. The flap was open, but there was no sign of any one in sight. He looked around and came back.
“Queer thing!” he exclaimed. “It sounded just as though some one had pulled the flap of the tent back. The flap’s open, but there isn’t a soul in sight.”
“I expect it was fancy,” Lenora remarked. “Still, there isn’t a breath of wind, is there?”
Quest returned to his place, and they recommenced the game. Just at that moment the entrance to the tent was lifted and Laura ran in. She plumped down upon her bed with her hands on either side of her.