"You don't think there's any danger——?" burst out Mrs. Wilson, in an anxious voice.
"No, no!" interrupted Scott quickly. "Not for the present, at any rate. Don't upset yourself. Still, it needs care, especially with all this crew in the house."
"Yes, it's that that's worrying me. I shan't breathe freely till they're gone. And such an inquisitive, meddlesome set they are, too! You'd scarcely believe the trouble they give me. Two of them took it into their heads one day to go wandering on the upper landing. I actually found them inside the lantern room!"
Scott gave an exclamation of something like alarm.
"That'll never do!" he said. "You mustn't let them go poking about there; it would be most unsafe. Can't you lock the door?"
"No, the key's lost."
"I must try if I can find a padlock for it."
"I wish you would. It would take a load off my mind. By the by, I wanted to warn you——"
But here one of the housemaids came along the landing, Mrs. Wilson's voice sank to a whisper, and the only words audible were "Miss Monica", "evening", and "wouldn't trust".
"I'll be extra careful," said Scott, as he clumped away.