A man with your nerve--" In alarm the naked one with a gesture commanded silence.
The library led to the front hall.

In this was the coat-room.

First making sure the library and hall were free of servants, Fred tiptoed to the coat-room and, opening the door, switched: on the electric light.
The naked man, leaving in his wake a trail of damp footprints, followed at his heels.
Fred pointed at golf-capes, sweaters, greatcoats hanging from hooks, and on the floor at boots and overshoes.
"Put on that motor-coat and the galoshes," he commanded.

"They'll cover you in case you have to run for it.

I'm going to leave you here while I get you some clothes.