"Trust her for that," Judith replied. "I hope she has been the good Samaritan to poor little me. Otherwise I see those armfuls and the staggering expressmen."
At the inside door, that opened into the girls' own apartment, Jane fumbled with her key. It would not open the door.
"Locked with the key in," Judith thought. "Call Helen!"
"Helen! Open the door!" called Jane. "Helen--are you there?"
No answer.
"She could not have gone out and left the key on the inside," Jane said, anxiously now. "I wonder what can be the matter."
"Let me shake the door," suggested Judith. "Queer----"
"Oh, is that you, girls?" called Miss Jordan from the lower hall. "I have been trying to find someone to let me in there. The expressmen have been here, and I could not reach your trunks."
"But we left Helen in," Jane was trembling now. "She must be inside. Listen! Helen!"
A shuffling behind the panel could now be heard, then the key turned in the door, and Helen confronted them, pale and disheveled.