‘How did that go off?’ asked the Dean, cautiously, with her mouth at the hole in the panel.
‘First-rate performance,’ said Harriet. ‘Dead on time.’
‘The second I heard the knock. I just nipped away to the right and crept round the wall. Did you hear me?’
‘Not a sound. You’ve got soft slippers on, haven’t you?’
‘We didn’t hear the other one either, miss.’
‘She’d be wearing soft slippers, too. Well, I suppose that settles that. We’d better have a look round College to see that all’s well and get back to bed. You two can be off now, Carrie—Miss Martin and I can see to things.’
‘Very good, miss. Come along, Annie. Though I’m sure I don’t know how anybody’s to get to sleep—’
‘Will you stop making that filthy row!’
An exasperated voice heralded the appearance of an exceedingly angry stud
