be seen together, you know, or people might suspect and then the game'd be up. And will you lock this window after me and go out the same way you came?"
"Yes, yes! I promise, I promise solemnly!" she assured him, flushed with importance, "and tell 'em not to open it, will you? They might. Say it's private for me, will you?"
"All right," he said soberly. "I'm kind o' sorry they went to Yale," he added abruptly. "I'd rather—sh! what's that?"
He stood rigidly listening; his eyes rolled back, his hand raised in warning.
"I don't hear—" she began, but his angry gesture and the furious whisper that went with it cowed her into a silence as strained as his own.
For a moment it seemed to Caroline that she heard a faint snap as of a board released from pressure, but dead quiet followed; she held her breath with excitement as the man lifted the suit-case over the ledge, and peering over the balcony stepped out. Suddenly he paused, one leg over the sill; his eyes rolled back towards the room,
