"I see.... What's that?" she broke off.
Mathison stood perfectly still, chin up, eyes alert. The elevator door had slammed with unusual violence. This sound was followed by another—hurrying feet. Then came a blow of a fist on the panel of the door.
"What's wanted?" demanded Mathison, coldly.
"Open the door!"
"Who is it and what is wanted?"
"Open, or we'll break in!"
The woman flew to the window. While she was lifting it Mathison spoke to her.
"You are leaving?" broadly ironical.
"My husband!... He will kill me!"