Victim VictorianChapter 5 Plots and Plans
Corky looked about wildly. Trunks and bags were piled on the bed and the floor. The wardrobe and dresser were open and empty. The knock came again-a light and hesitant rapping. "William?" called a timorous voice outside. He cracked the door open and peered through. "Beatrice!" "You're- you're home early." "Er, yes," he admitted. They gazed at each other through the narrow opening for a moment. "There was such a racket," Beatrice said at last. "Is everything all...