"Yes. I'll keep silent."
"Nothing to Sheldon?"
"No."
"And you'll see this—this niece of the housekeeper's?"
"Yes."
The man gave a gasp of relief and sank into his chair.
"Now go, Nichols—and shift your clothes. Peggy's going about four. Come back here and I'll give you a letter and a check."
Peter nodded and reached the door. As he opened it, Stryker straightened and bowed uncomfortably. But Peter knew that he had been listening at the keyhole.