Then creeping up to me and making a trumpet of his hand, he whispered into my ear again so gently that it was all that I could do to distinguish the words: "The least sound would be fatal to our plans." I nodded to show that I had heard.
Luego se arrastró hacia mí y, haciendo bocina con la mano, volvió a susurrarme al oído, en voz tan baja que a duras penas conseguí entender las palabras. ––El más ligero ruido sería fatal para nuestros planes.