She rested there, with wide-open eyes, listening until the distant door creaked again, and she heard the footsteps of the men in the hall.
They had not remained in the chorus girl's room long, nor was anything said outside to arouse her suspicions.

Reassured, Miss Donovan snuggled down into her pillow, unable to distinguish where the men went, but satisfied they had sought their rooms.

They would attempt nothing more that night, and she had better gain what rest she could.
It was not easy falling asleep, in spite of the silence, but at last she dropped off into a doze.
Suddenly some unusual noise aroused her, and she sat upright, unable for the moment to comprehend what had occurred.

All was still, oppressively still; she could hear the pounding of her own heart.

Then something tingled at the glass of her window, sharply distinct, as though a pebble had been tossed upward.