“What’s doing? Did you hear it?” he stammered, and then the other man pushed him aside.
“I’d like a look from your window if you’ll excuse me, Miss Renata,” he said, and crossed the room.
As he leaned out, Jane watched him from beneath her hand, and recalled Renata’s words, “He generally wears a fur coat; they call him Number Two.” This man wore a fur coat over pale blue silk pyjamas. When he turned, saying, “I can’t see a thing,” she was ready with her stammered, “What was it?”
“You heard it, then?” said Molloy.
“Such a fearful crash! It—it frightened me most dreadfully,”—and here Jane spoke the literal truth.
“I don’t know.” It was Molloy who answered again, but the other man’s eyes travelled round the room, and a feeling of terror came over Jane.
If she had forgotten anything, if there were one shred of incriminating evidence, those eyes would miss nothing! She felt as if they must pierce the bedclothes and see her bag and the hidden key, but he merely nodded to Molloy, and they left the room, switching out the light and locking the door.
Jane drew a long breath of relief, turned upon her side, and in five minutes was asleep again.
The day came in with a thick mist. Jane opened her eyes upon it sleepily.
She began to think what a strange dream she had had, and then, as sleep ebbed from her, she remembered that it was not a dream at all. She was Renata Molloy under lock and key, and in front of her stretched a day that might be even more crowded with adventure than yesterday.