26/30 Quietly as we came into the bank, they heard or saw us. They ran out and hid in the garden, having no time to lock the garden door, or perhaps not daring to lock it lest the sound of the key should reach our ears. We find that door upon the latch, the door of the room open; on the table lies the morphia-needle. Celie--she is helpless, she cannot see what they are meaning to do." "But she could cry out," exclaimed Ricardo. |