“Trying to get the mistress downstairs. She's that scared, she won't budge from her bed.”
Sara giggled—Jane's face was very expressive.
“Well, I'm going into Mr. Durward's room,” she announced. “We shall see better there.”
Jane's little beady eyes glittered.
“Aye, I'd like to see them at their devil's work,” she allowed fondly, with a threatening “Just-let-me-catch-them-at-it!” intonation in her voice.
Sara laughed, and they both repaired to Tim's room, encountering Molly on the way and sweeping her along in their train. They found Tim volubly cursing his inability to get up and “watch the fun.”
“Look out and tell me if you can see the blighters,” he commanded.
As Sara threw open the window, a dull, thudding sound came up to them from the direction of Oldhampton. There was a sullen menace in the distance-dulled reverberation.
Molly gurgled with the nervous excitement of a first experience under fire.
“That's a bomb!” she whispered breathlessly.