“Then why not call him from the window in the back?”
“Because his quarters are at the front of the house, and he wouldn’t hear.”
“Would no one hear?”
“There’s nobody in the garden at this time of day. You had really better let me call to the first person that goes along the street. Somebody is always going along, you know.”
He made two strides toward the front window.
“Come back!”
He turned to find her with her face scarlet. She had raised the knife.
“Break the lock,” she said.
“But that will take time.”
“Break the lock.”