But there was only a second tap.
"Come in," I said again; and as nobody came in, I got up and opened.
"Does Mrs. Phrynne live here?" says a voice which I seemed to know, yet I didn't directly think whose it was.
A man was standing there, in a big rough greatcoat; not very tall, but broad and strong. Our passage was always so dark, I only had a glimpse of a rugged plain sort of face.
"Yes," I said; "this is Mrs. Phrynne's room."
"May I come in?" says he.
"Yes. She is upstairs; but I'll call her," I said.
"No, don't," says he.
And he walked in and shut the door. For one second I was frightened; then—
"Kitty!" says he, "don't you know who I am?"