She is there waiting.

If I do not return by daylight, she will go to the police." "I think," Forrest remarked ironically, "that we will risk the young lady outside.

Your story, my dear, is ingenious, but scarcely plausible.

If you are ready, Cecil--" The four of them were suddenly stupefied into a dead silence.

Their eyes were riveted upon the door which led to the underground passage.
Cecil's face was almost grotesque with the terrible writing of fear.
Distinctly they could all hear footsteps stumbling along the uneven way.