"Bird?" She was puzzled and dismayed. "How did a bird get in here?"
"I don't know. I'll figure that out later." There was no need to whisper, since it couldn't escape; nevertheless he did. "It's a psychological stunt. The best way to stop it is to catch the bird."
She drew away uncertainly. "You saw it in here?"
"I did, and I want you to be with me when I find it."
"Then we should make a lot of noise. It will fly up if it's frightened."
"Good. You take that aisle and I'll take this. Yell when you see it."
They separated. He hunted carefully, moving everything that could be moved, looking for the flash of red wings. The bird was shy and had hidden.
They met in the center aisle.
In answer to his unspoken query, she shook her head. "I didn't see it."
"It's here," he said stubbornly. "I can't be mistaken."