She pointed to the door with the grille, and he regarded it with a new interest. In the silence that followed, they heard again the murmur of voices, a woman's and a man's.
"Zubeydeh!" she whispered. "The woman here and—a man's voice."
"We must find a way out quickly. They may come around this way."
He noticed the door upon the other side of the room.
"Where does that lead?"
"To the selamlik, I think. But it is better to go by the window. I can climb. Let us go."
He shook his head.
"It's dangerous. The stairs——"
"It is dark below. I don't know where they lead."
"To the garden. They must. The door is locked on the inside, but perhaps there's another exit at the rear. Come."