"Nothing. Something the police told us, and we weren't to repeat. Could you see what sort of build he was?"
"No, not very well with that loose robe on. Fairly tall, but not out of the way. A powerful man, because he managed to drag you to this place, and I couldn't see anyone else helping him. And his arm felt like steel when he held me."
"And he didn't say anything?"
"No. That seemed to make him even more sinister. That, and the dreadful chuckle."
"Doesn't really help us much," Peter said. He looked at his watch again. "Half past two. Look here, Sis, I think you'd better try and get some sleep. You've had a very strenuous time, and you're looking fagged out. And you mustn't forget we shall have a busy time ahead of us when this crowd clears off. Suppose you were to sit on my knee. Think you could snooze a bit with your head on my shoulder?"
She shook her head. "I couldn't, Peter. And I'm not a light weight, you know. I should wear you out."
"Oh no, you wouldn't!"
"Really, I'd rather not. I'm not sleepy. Anything but. Let's play some guessing game to keep ourselves occupied. Animal, vegetable, or mineral. You start."
"All right," he said. There was a pause. "I've thought. Go ahead."
The game seemed dreary beyond relief, but they kept on at it valiantly for nearly an hour. Then Margaret gave it up, and they began to wonder again what Charles and Celia were doing.