"And what does all that semaphoring mean?" asked the dark head.
"Shut up, I tell you. She's there!" This in desperate sotto voce.
"Who is?"
"The Pym woman."
"What rubbish, darling,"-it was the Dakers voice again, high and unsubdued; the happy voice of a world's darling-"she's sleeping in the front of the house with the rest of the mighty. Do you think she would have a spare safety-pin if I was to ask her?"
"She looks zipp-fastener to me," a new voice said.
"Oh, will you be quiet! I tell you, she's in Bentley's room!"
There was a real silence this time. Lucy saw the dark head turn sharply towards her window.
"How do you know?" someone asked.
"Jolly told me last night when she was giving me late supper." Miss Joliffe was the housekeeper, Lucy remembered, and appreciated the nickname for so grim a piece of humanity.