“Come down. It's Rudolph.”
But when he turned Anna was lying in a dead faint on the garden path, a crumpled little heap of blissful forgetfulness. When Herman came down, it was to find Rudolph standing over her, the suitcase still in his hand, and an ugly scowl on his face.
“Well, I got her,” he said. “She's scared, that's all.” He prodded her with his foot, but she did not move, and Herman bent down with his candle.
He straightened.
“Bring her in,” he said, and led the way into the house. When Rudolph staggered in, with Anna in his arms, he found Herman waiting and fingering the leather strap.
CHAPTER XXXVI
Audrey had found something to do at last. It was Captain Sloane who had given her the idea.
“You would make a great hit, Audrey,” he had said. “It's your voice, you know. There's something about it—well, you know the effect it always has on me. No? All right, I'll be good.”
But she had carried the idea home with her, and had proceeded, with her customary decision, to act on it.