CRASH!
The devastating sound that followed told that the heavy overhanging canopy of the bed had fallen inward. Carlson kept steadily working away barricading the second door.
“Thank God this door opens outward!” he said to Ina. She was still at her post at the telephone.
“Hello!” she said calmly. “They have just smashed in the outer door and are climbing in over the ruins of the bed and furniture. We have retreated into a smaller room, and the doctor is piling furniture against it—” She looked at Carlson.
“The police want to know how long we can hold out!”
“Perhaps another five minutes.”
“Five minutes more—what?... O, I hope so!”
CRASH! This time on the inner door. It held perfectly!
“They are attacking our inner door, Inspector—you heard it?”
CRASH! A panel cracked, all the way down.