In the hope of finding a smaller door, she began gliding along the wall. All at once she bumped into something that toppled over to fall with a loud bang.
Like a wild bird in a cage she flew to the door to try the latch with all her strength.
“Who’s there?” came in a hoarse voice.
She neither moved nor spoke.
A minute passed—two—three minutes—or was it an hour? Her heart was beating painfully. She had the sense of someone approaching, yet she neither heard nor saw a moving thing.
Then suddenly she did see it—a groping hand. The flash of light cutting through a spot beside a windowshade revealed it.
A scream was on her lips. And yet she did not scream.
And then the hand gripped her arm.
“What are you doing here?” a voice growled.
She tried to speak, but no words came.