“Yes.” She nodded. “And the new bolt you put on today makes it fairly secure. One thing is fairly sure, Billy. If anyone tries to get in tonight, he will have to break a window and make a certain amount of noise.”
But he only smiled his curious enigmatic smile and went out. And no sooner had Miss Cornelia seated herself when the door of the billiard room slammed open suddenly and Lizzie burst into the room as if she had been shot from a gun—her hair wild—her face stricken with fear.
“I heard somebody yell out in the grounds—away down by the gate!” she informed her mistress in a loud stage whisper which had a curious note of pride in it, as if she were not too displeased at seeing her doleful predictions so swiftly coming to pass.
Miss Cornelia took her by the shoulder—half-startled, half-dubious.
“What did they yell?”
“Just yelled a yell!”
“Lizzie!”
“I heard them!”
But she had cried “Wolf!” too often.
“You take a liver pill,” said her mistress disgustedly, “and go to bed.”