But then, as the lawyer walked to the front door, the detective walked briskly to the back, and she frowned.
"Oh, bothaire! What are we to do ?" cried Eglantine.
"Isn't there a window I could get out of ?" said Pollyooly quickly.
"But yes! Coom quick!" cried Eglantine, running out of the room.
Pollyooly hurried after her; and there came the loud rat-tat of the lawyer at the front door.

They ran into the drawing-room and Eglantine opened the window gently.

The detective knocked at the back door; the lawyer knocked again, louder.

Pollyooly leaned out of the window, weighing her chances.

She saw that to get to the little gate into the wood she would have to pass the detective.