Keamy approached this door. It was locked. He knocked.
None of this Frodo technically saw. He was waiting around the corner with the two women, and the cat. He stared at the cat. The cat seemed to judge him with a reasonable amount of contempt. Frodo rubbed his temples.
From inside there was some indistinguishable communication. The other noises, the mechanical saws and vibrating hammers, ceased. The music remained, but it was a song he didn't know. Suddenly, a word from Keamy broke through it all. The word was money. Money.
He turned his gaze sharply to the left, meeting Isabella's eyes. Well, just about, anyway. He attempted to communicate with her telepathically: If he's bringing up money, it must be in there, right? He didn't dare speak. Not at it was possible for her to answer. He wasn't even sure if she'd heard the word.