In a moment Margery had followed him.
"Shut the door." He barely formed the words with his lips.
She obeyed.
"That camera--in the sitting room," he whispered. "Can you take a flash light with it?"
"Sure," came the whispered answer. "That's what we use it for."
"Have you any rope?"
"Rope?" echoed Margery's whisper. "There's a clothesline on the back porch."
"Bring it to me!"
Margery looked at him. But a high degree of mutual confidence had been established between these two. She nodded.
"Right away?"