"I know where everything is." "It would be safer," answered Inez thoughtfully.

"It is just possible that he might be in the court and might see the light in your window, whereas if it burns here steadily, he will suspect nothing.

We will bolt the door of this room, as I found it.

If by any possibility he comes back, he will think you are still here, and will probably not come in." "Pray Heaven he may not!" exclaimed Dolores, and she began to go towards the door.
Inez was there before her, opening it very cautiously.
"My hands are lighter than yours," she whispered.
They both passed out, and Inez slipped the bolt back into its place with infinite precaution.
"Is there light here ?" she asked under her breath.
"There is a very small lamp on the table.

I can just see my door." "Put it out as we pass," whispered Inez.