“Where’s Mike?” murmured Charlot.
“Didn’t he come in here?”
“Yes, but he’s wandered away.”
“Shall I find him?”
“No, never mind.”
As Roberta made for the door she heard Charlot say brightly: “Come along, Violet, come along, Aunt Kit, we’ll leave the boys to talk business.” Roberta hurried through into the dining-room where she found the Lampreys lying close together on the floor with their heads to the wall.
“Lock the door,” they whispered.
Roberta locked the door. Henry moved slightly and invited her with a gesture to lie between Frid and himself.
“What’s this in aid of?” asked Roberta.
“Ssh! Listen! Get closer.”