Cecil climbed on to a chair and closed the window.

Forrest glanced at the clock.
"It's quite late enough," he said.

"It should be high tide in a quarter of an hour, and the sea in that little cove of yours is twenty feet deep.

Come along and work this door." "Have you got everything ?" Cecil asked nervously.
"I have the chloroform," Forrest answered, touching a small bottle in his waistcoat pocket.

"We don't need anything else.