"Why?"
"I lived in this room for two months, and I know every inch of it."
"He might have some sort of a concealed listening hole somewhere, just the same."
"I am certain he has not. The walls are two feet thick."
"All right; let it go at that. Now let's see where we stand. In the first place, how do you dope this out?"
"What do you mean?"
"What does he intend to do with us?"
She looked at me straight, eye to eye.
"In the morning he will kill you—unless you can contrive something."
"Cheering thought."