CHAPTER VIIIHARD LABOUR
In spite of their uncomfortable quarters both girls were soon asleep, for having been up all night they were tired to the point of exhaustion. How long they slept they had no means of knowing, but they were awakened some time later by a babble of excited voices upstairs.
“Something seems to be happening,” remarked Worrals, rubbing her sleepy eyes.
“You’re dead right, partner,” drawled Frecks. “I wonder how long we’ve been asleep?”
“A long time, I fancy,” returned Worrals, listening to the noise upstairs. “What on earth is going on?”
They were soon to know. The door was flung open and one of Corton’s men appeared, holding an electric torch. They noticed that he was dressed in a smart chauffeur’s uniform.
“Come on out of that,” he ordered brusquely.
The girls,
