Once again she approached the door. Her fingers trembled as she fitted key to lock, yet she did not turn back. The lock clicked. The door opened. She stepped inside. The door closed behind her.
CHAPTER XX
PICTURES ON THE CLOUDS
The sound that came to Florence’s listening ears out there on the lake in the stalled Dodge-Em was a welcome one: the low put-put of a motor boat.
“If it only comes close enough we’re saved from a night on the water,” she said hopefully.
“Chilly business, staying out here,” Erik Nord agreed.
The put-put grew louder. A light came swimming across the expanse of black water. Now they saw it and now it was gone.
“She’s passing to the right of us,” Erik judged. “We’ll have to hail her.”
Standing up in the boat he cupped his hands to shout:
“Ahoy there!”
Never had Florence heard such a roar.