She pointed downwards.
"There's somebody coming up!"
"You're right."
"What shall we do? Go out by the stairs?"
Hamilton Beamish shook his head.
"In all probability they will be guarding the entrance."
"Then what?"
It is at moments like these that the big brain really tells. An ordinary man might have been non-plussed. Certainly, he would have had to waste priceless moments in thought. Hamilton Beamish, with one flash of his giant mind, had the problem neatly solved in four and a quarter seconds.
He took his bride-to-be by the arm and turned her round.
"Look."