I do not dare to.

Let us tread very softly, that is all, and be careful to talk low, if we have anything to say." By this time they had rounded the corner of the house and entered a narrow walk, flagged with brick, which connected the space in front with the rear offices and garden.

This walk ran close to the walls which were broken on this side by an ell projecting in the direction of the mill-stream.

It was from the roof of this ell that Anitra declared Georgian to have slipped and fallen.
Their first care was to glance up at the roof.

It was a sloping one and Anitra's story seemed credible enough when they noted how much easier it would be to drop upon it from the little balcony overhead than to traverse the roof itself and reach the ground beneath without slipping.
But as they looked longer, each face betrayed doubt.