"Perhaps we ought to sort of very gently turn the lights off," I suggested.
Molly immediately snapped off the shaded bench lamp, which was all that was on in the lab. This left McGill's office light, and I started toward it.
"Hadn't we better run for it?" Molly said, but a loud banging on the front door downstairs answered her.
"I hope that damn lock doesn't give again!" McGill breathed.
"They'll break it down!" Molly gasped.
"Like hell. It's University property and they can't possibly have gotten a search warrant so quickly at this time of night."
From outside came a loud voice: "Alec Graham! Are you in there?"
"Don't answer," said McGill. "And keep away from the windows. I guess they saw the light in my office." He leaned out. "What do you want?" he shouted.
"This is the police. Open up!"