A camouflage-painted machine with a propeller still occupied most of the back yard of the empty house in the hollow. She knew now that it was a helicopter. Run on Gray Point Road; get away from Septemberclaver as fast as you can, she thought. But watch for the helicopter. Listen for the sound of the helicopter.

Clara put her hands on the high stucco wall and moved them until the outline of the exit faded in. Moved her hands in the area inside the outline until the keyhole appeared; inserted the master key into the lock.

The door swung open.