I half shook her. “You came up to see if they were meeting in the directors’ room. You’re the “wire” inside to-day! You came to see if everybody was placed! Well, nobody’ll be in that room but guinea pigs this morning. I don’t mind telling you, for you’ll not get back to tell them.”
“Oh!” she said. That was all, just then. “Oh!”
I kept hold of her, not knowing what else to do or say.
“Where are they?” I asked her, after a half-minute.
“Who?”
“Your crowd.”
She waited half a minute herself and then said, “I don’t know.”
“Never mind; we’ll find them. We’re following your pipes,” I assured her. I dragged her toward the front of the hall and had a better look at her.
“They’re not my pipes!” she denied.
“That’s true,” I admitted. “You found them in place; all you had to do was to make new openings.”