CHAPTER VIShe turned on her flashlight to confront Howard. His face was a mask of anguish.
“Death in the house, mistress,” he said. “Devil come to fetch he own.”
He knows about the dead man then, thought Miss Peterson. Probably they all know by this time; and possibly they knew before we did. The Devil in a white robe, shining with fire… I’d like to know what it was they saw—who they saw.
“We cannot get out, mistress. Door will not open until we level with the floor.”
“Mr. Fernandez will get us out,” said she.
She was perfectly sure of that. She had complete confidence in Fernandez in all such matters. Combined with a very definite distrust of him in other matters. He would certainly get you out of an elevator that was stuck; he would, she thought, be the right man to have beside you
