After a time she heard a sound at her door long continued. She snatched it open and found the strange serving-man there on his knees, a basket of tools at his side
“What are you doing?” she demanded.
“Your father’s orders, Miss. I’m putting a lock on this door.”
“To lock me in?”
“I can’t say, Miss.”
“What else would it be for?”
“I don’t know, Miss.”
“Are you a German spy, too?”
“I? Oh no, Miss. No, indeed, Miss.”
“Wait....” She ran to her dressing-bag and found her well-filled purse. “I need a friend in this house—and I can afford to pay for one. Will you mail a letter for me? Here’s fifty dollars.”