Dead and done for, Sarah. Come down,
like a good girl, and let me in."
"I'm not sure that they're fast asleep."
"Oh, they are," said Hugh Ingelow, confidently, "if you administered the
drug and they drank the tea."
"I did," said Mrs. Sharpe, "and they drank the tea and went to bed awful
sleepy. If you think it's safe, I'll go down."
"All right. Come along."
Mrs. Sharpe lowered the sash and hurried down stairs. Bolts clattered,
the lock creaked, but the sleepers in the house made no sign. A second
or two and the nocturnal marauders were together in the hall.
"I told you it was safe," said Mr. Ingelow. "You are a woman in a
thousand, Sarah, to manage so cleverly! Now, then, for Miss Dane!
Upstairs, is it? Do you go in first, Sarah; but don't tell her I'm
coming. I want the pleasure of surprising her myself."
Sarah smiled, and unlocked Mollie's door. The girl was sitting with an
anxious, listening, expectant face. She rose up and turned around at the
opening of the door.
"Is it you, nurse? Oh, I have been so uneasy! What noise was--"
She never finished the sentence--it died out in an inarticulate cry of
joy.
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