Dick stripped off his Norfolk jacket, holding it for her arms. As she hesitated, glancing at him, he frowned.
"Please obey orders," he said, and she meekly slipped on the loose coat. He took from its pocket a folded white handkerchief, and tied it round her neck by two adjacent corners, so that it hung like a child's bib. Amaryllis pulled the collar up over the knot at the back, and began to button the coat over the linen.
"Don't button it," he said, pulling off his necktie. "Cross the edges. Lift your arms."
And he tied the dark green strip round her waist, knotting it in front.
"Come on," he said; and, stooping, picked up Fridji's knife. "Where's the sheath?"
"In her stocking," said Amaryllis.
"Get it," said Dick, and unlocked the door.
Amaryllis behind him whispered: "She moved a little," and brought him the leather sheath.
They stepped silently into the passage. Dick locked the door and pocketed the key.
"Quietly," he said, and as they crept towards the stairhead, he slid the sheathed knife into the pocket of the tweed jacket.