“I've found that out. Can you get him awake?” Sharp impatience was in the man's voice.
“Hold the 'phone a minute, please, and I'll rouse him.”
She went into the bedroom and calling, “John! John!” shook him soundly by the shoulders. He sat up in bed with a wild look.
“Go to the 'phone, quick!” commanded Mary.
“Eh?”
“Go to the 'phone. It's been ringing like fury. Hurry.”
At last he was there and his wife knew by his questions and answers that he would be out for the rest of the night. She crept into bed. After he was gone she would go upstairs. When he was dressed he came to the door and peered in.
“That's right, Mary,” he said, with such hearty satisfaction in his tones that she answered cheerfully, “All right—I'll stay this time.”
And when he was gone she turned her face from the moonlit window and slept till morning, oblivious to the thieves and murderers that did not come.