Anthony removed the bench, twisted the key.
"You must not go with them," Romola whispered.
"Shut the door—put the bench back," directed Peter. He followed Romola across the room.
Evidently she had read the spark. "Let these people go—yes! But you remain. You will—or won't you?"
Peter looked skeptical. "Why should I? I've decided that life is pretty sweet, after all! Why haven't Jen and his gang broken in here? Why is he waiting? Have you told him help is coming?"
She shrugged impatiently. "I have not seen Jen. I have talked with no one."
"Then you will stay in this room until we leave?"
"But why did you send for them? It was foolish! How will you explain?"
"They are friends. Such men ask no questions."
"But there was no need!" She made a despairing gesture with her hands. "Your friends could have gone safely. Jen has no interest in—them!"