On either side of the door, windows faced the front walk. As Fr Verdoux approached, seemingly talking to himself, the brunette had banged on the glass
"The Fitzhughs?" she asked. "What are you talking about?" Elspeth searched his face for clues. "I have been all through the house," she said, twisting her fingers into knots, "And I can assure you, there are no babies here." No, indeed, just a series of stagnant rooms, the furniture draped in cloth, as if the house had not been occupied for months. She had heard others arrive while she wandered upstairs, but had not found anyone to speak to about her circumstances yet.
"Didn't you hear me knocking on the windows?" she asked. Elspeth wished she could say she was noble and had waved the Inquisitor off for his own sake, but she had been signaling for assistance, and now they were both probably trapped. Moving around him, she tried the knob again and found that twisting it did no good.