"If you have—" He nodded at her thoughtfully. Then he raised his voice.
"Doris," he called. "Doris!"
He heard a movement inside the room, an odd little cry, half exclamation, half sob, and hurried steps approaching. The next minute her voice came to him, in breathless words, with a tremor running through them.
"Is it you?" she gasped. "Oh, is it you?"
"Yes, open the door."
"I can't. It's locked."
He stared at the unyielding wood before him.
"You mean they've locked you in?"
"Yes. Of course."
It would be, of course, Laurie reflected. That was Shaw's melodramatic method.