They were making straight for the open door, but at the sight of the girl standing there they checked momentarily and the shouting died down.
She faced the foremost of them without a tremor.

"What is it ?" she demanded, in a clear, ringing voice.

"What are you wanting ?" A man with the shaggy face of a baboon answered her.

"You've got that blasted policeman in there.

You stick up that gun of yours and let us pass! We've got guns of our own, so that won't help." She confronted him with scorn.