"And my brown tennis shoes, see? Dark clothes for dark deeds at night!"
Alan seized him. "Come out of that light! Shall we go to your room first? Wait for the place to get to sleep?"
"Yes. I can get you there. A side door—I know where it is."
They started, along the edge of the court, then under the shadowy trees of the lawn.
"Won't they lock the side door at night, Charlie?"
"They did, already. It's a spring lock—I opened it from the inside and left it unlatched."
There seemed, even at this early hour, few lights about the building.
"Almost all in bed," Charlie whispered. "All but the doc. He never goes to bed."
Charlie knew where the girl's room was. The Indian was on guard there across the hall. But Alan felt that there was no reason why the girl's door should be watched too closely. They could not anticipate any one's trying to get her out. That Indian would relax by midnight; probably would go to sleep in his own room, with his hall door open so that he could hear if the girl made any disturbance.
Charlie and Alan came to a small entryway at the ground level.