The blanket had slipped partly off his shoulders and he touched his skin to find it damp and cold.
Then he became aware of a tense whispering not ten feet away.
He became rigid.
"Don't make a sound!" It was Alec's voice.

"Jill--do you hear me ?" "Yes--" breathed very low, very frightened.

They were in the bathroom.
Then his ears caught a louder sound from somewhere along the corridor outside.

It was a mumbling of men's voices and a repeated muffled rapping.

Amory threw off the blankets and moved close to the bathroom door.
"My God!" came the girl's voice again.