With a quick gesture, he swung to the door, and the spring lock snapped. An instant later the bolts were noisily driven home.
When the second bolt shot into place, Ford turned and looked at Miss Dale.
“This is a hell of a note!” he said
III
Outside the locked door the voices of the two men rose in fierce whispers. But Ford regarded them not at all. With the swiftness of a squirrel caught in a cage, he darted on tiptoe from side to side searching the confines of his prison. He halted close to Miss Dale and pointed at the windows.
“Have you ever tried to loosen those bars?” he whispered.
The girl nodded and, in pantomime that spoke of failure, shrugged her shoulders.
“What did you see?” demanded Ford hopefully.
The girl destroyed his hope with a shake of her head and a swift smile.