"You shan't go, if I live!" said Greg. "Listen! I'll be thrown out of here directly. Do those windows open?"
"Yes."
"Where does that door lead to?"
"The bathroom."
"That has a window over the front door?"
"Yes."
"Good! I'll be back for you after one o'clock to-night, with a ladder, understand? Be on the lookout. When you see me drop a handkerchief, throw up the bathroom window and climb over the sill. Don't let them give you any dope."
She nodded.
By this time help had reached Bianca. Dr. Emslie, two white-coated orderlies, and Bianca herself came tumbling back into the room.
"There he is!" cried Bianca. "An intruder! Throw him out!"