She studied me for a moment. “Wait,” she said, went out.
I sneaked to the door, listened, then stepped into the passage.
She was disappearing into a room at the end of the passage as I came out. I went after her, peered into a well-furnished office. She was trying to get some action from the telephone. It didn’t take her long to realize it wasn’t working. Her face gave her away. She was scared.
“Get organized,” I said from the door, “and make it snappy.”
She pushed past me, almost ran from the room.
I heard her on the stairs, followed her. I was only three steps behind her when she reached a door to the right of the foot of the stairs.
She turned.
“Get out of here,” she snarled, breathing hard. “Go in there and amuse yourself; scram, but don’t follow me around.”
I nodded.
“Just so long as you know what to do,” I said, turned and walked back to the main hall. As I passed the open front door, I paused.