I pointed to the door of the room.
"Look at that," I said.
It was opening, slowly and stealthily, without a sound.
We stared at it in amazement.
"Who's there?" called out Bruce sharply.
There was a moment's pause, and then, very quietly, Mrs. Jones slipped into the room and shut the door behind her. She was breathing quickly, and her face was curiously flushed.
For several seconds we all three stood facing each other. Then Bruce spoke.
"What's the matter, Mrs. Jones? Are you ill?" he asked.
The woman made no reply. With her eyes half closed, she rocked slowly from side to side as if about to fall.
"Look out!" I cried. "She's going to faint!"