Suddenly the light blazed out from the room and then, strip by strip, vanished, as if the curtains had been cautiously drawn.

The garden, the house resumed its aspect of quiet; all was as it had been when Jenny Prask first lifted the window of the corridor.

Jenny Prask crept cautiously away.
"Fancy that!" she said to herself, with a little chuckle of triumph.
In the room below Mario Escobar and Joan Whitworth were talking..