Geoffrey was satisfied. He pointed next to the towels in his room.
“Take one of them,” he said, “and show me how you did it, with your own hands.”
As he said the words, Anne’s voice reached his ear from below, calling for “Mrs. Dethridge.”
It was impossible to say what might happen next. In another minute, she might go up to her room, and discover every thing. Geoffrey pointed to the wall.
“Put it right again,” he said. “Instantly!”
It was soon done. All that was necessary was to let the two strips of paper drop back into their places—to fasten the strip to the wall in Anne’s room, by tightening the two lower strings—and then to replace the nails which held the loose strip on Geoffrey’s side. In a minute, the wall had reassumed its customary aspect.
They stole out, and looked over th
