"It's out of the line of vision now, but it's still in there." He swung
the door nearly shut. "Inside, fast. I'll show you."
Obediently she went in and he followed, closing the door behind him.
She waited.
"The bird," he said. "I want you to verify that it is in here."
"Bird?" She was puzzled and dismayed. "How did a bird get in here?"
"I don't know. I'll figure that out later." There was no need to
whisper, since it couldn't escape; nevertheless he did. "It's a
psychological stunt. The best way to stop it is to catch the bird."