“Paul!”
There was no reply and again came the whisper.
“Paul!”
Once more came the creaking of hinges; another door had opened.
“What is it?” came the answer.
“Hush! Not so loud!” The whisper seemed filled with fear.
Then Bat heard the woman move further forward; she spoke again, but this time so low that he could not catch the words.
“The deuce,” said the man, startled. “How do you know?”
“I feel sure of it,” was the whispered reply.
“Don’t lose your nerve,” said the man, swiftly. “This is the first good chance we’ve had, and we must make the best of it.”