“If there was some place to hide,” said Nicky despairingly.
“But there isn’t,” said Cliff. “I forgot that the temple had no door.”
“There they come!” whispered Tom.
They heard cautious feet tramping up the temple steps and looked around desperately.
Cliff snatched up a golden platter and drew back his arm. But Mr. Whitley caught his hand, and turned to watch a huge tapestry swinging with a curious motion on the inner wall of the anteroom.
Cliff faced that way as did all of his companions. Were they to be attacked from behind that curtain?
The side of the hanging cloth shook and then they saw Caya! Swiftly, with one finger to her lip, she beckoned. In an instant, not even stopping for their belongings, the five moved on tip-toe to the place where she stood.
Wordlessly they trusted themselves behind that curtain, going into the unknown.
There was another doorway there, concealed by the hanging; they had never thought of looking behind that; there were so many decorative cloths hung upon the wall as backgrounds for ornaments and to soften the harsh appearance of rough stone that no other purpose had occurred to them.
Nevertheless, the tapestry screened a way out!