CHAPTER XXX.
"There's three of them," said Grief in a hoarse whisper.
"Four, I tell you!" said Wrinkles in a low, excited tone.
"Four," breathed Pennoyer with decision.
They held fierce pantomimic argument.

From the corridor came sounds of rustling dresses and rapid feminine conversation.
Grief had kept his ear to the panel of the door.

His hand was stretched back, warning the others to silence.

Presently he turned his head and whispered, "Three." "Four," whispered Pennoyer and Wrinkles.
"Hollie is there, too," whispered Grief.

"Billie is unlocking the door.
Now they're going in.