"It's not nonsense," Ben said heavily. "I'll show you a letter."
"Letter? Letter? Did Connie write a—— Oh, for goodness' sake get a light and don't talk in riddles."
The bed creaked. Somewhere from the darkness moved a blacker darkness yet. She heard Ben's laboured breathing.
"Oh, be quick! Be quick!"
If they stood in the dark another minute she would scream.
Ben stumbled across the room. She heard him fumbling on the mantelpiece. Something fell against the fender with a light, splintering crash.
"I can't find matches," growled Ben.
"Oh, you idiot!" It was incredible that two people in such dire consternation should be tortured because they couldn't find the matches. It made her terribly angry, with a cold fury that she had not known before.
Ben was cursing softly in the darkness.
"I'll go and get some——" said Muriel.