“Pearl,” Hilary asked, “do you know whether we can get out from here into any yard at the back of the house?”
“There is a yard at the back of the house; I have seen it. There is a shed in it, with a great dog,” she said. “But even if we reached the yard, it would not help. There are houses beyond.”
“Let us keep to what we know,” Sard said. “We know the way to the Plaza, and in the Plaza we may meet people who will help us. We must slide these doors apart and make for the front door.”
“I agree,” Margarita said.
“Each have a sip of brandy,” Sard said.
They each took a sip, then took their bearings and moved to the sliding door.
“The light is going out,” Hilary said. The light suddenly dimmed to half its strength.
“All right,” Sard said. “That means that it is half an hour from dawn. They cut off the light at the power-house.”
“I was afraid that it meant that we were discovered,” Margarita said.
“Not a bit of it,” Sard said. “It’s the custom in the port. Now, Mr. Kingsborough, we’ll soon have you and your sister out into safety. Catch hold of the door here. Dig your nails into it. Quietly, now. Are you all ready?”