“But if she won’t do that?” Monty questioned.
“Then I’ll play her own game,” Denby answered, “only this time she follows my rules for it.” As he said this both of the men fancied they could hear a creaking in the next room.
“What’s that?” Monty demanded.
Denby motioned to him to remain silent, and then tiptoed his way to the door connecting the rooms.
“Is she there?” Monty felt himself compelled to whisper.
Denby nodded acquiescence and quietly withdrew to the centre of the room.
“Has she heard us?” asked his friend.
“I don’t think so. I heard her close the window and then come over to the door.”
He crossed to the desk and began to write very fast.
“What are you doing?” Monty inquired softly.