"By God, Craig!" he snarled, "you'll both wish you 'd killed me before ye 're done with this job."
I made no reply, using the corner of the desk to help me get to my feet.
"Do you hear!" he shouted. "What chance have you got to get away?"
"That is for me to decide," I answered. "But if you open your mouth again I 'll gag you. Now stop it; the first word you utter will mean a handkerchief in your mouth."
I stooped down, and dragged him to one side. As I straightened up again she was facing me, her eyes frankly meeting mine.
"You—you know how I came here?" she asked, as though that was the most important.
"Of course; I overheard most of the conversation."
"How did you find out? how did you get here?"
"Your door was left ajar, and I found my way through the connecting bathroom yonder."
"Then—then, we can escape in the same manner."