She vanished into the shadows.
“Well!” whispered Lucile.
“What do you make of it?” Florence asked.
“Nothing yet.”
“Is someone here to meet her or is she entering the place to get something?”
“Don’t know. I—”
Lucile stopped short. “Did you see that?” she whispered tensely as she gripped her companion’s arm.
“What?”
“There was a flash of light in the right wing of the building, like the flicker of a match.”
“She can’t have reached there yet.”