"You've locked it?" she said, making the words an excuse to bury her glance in his.
"As you wished me to."
"Thanks."
She took from him the key and, shifting slightly, likewise locked the door into her bedroom through which she had come.
Then transferring the keys to her left hand, seemingly unaware of Jackson, who still awaited her further commands, her eyes studied a moment the possibilities of the apartment.
"Mr. Cheever?" she said in a low voice.
"Yes, Mrs. Kildair."
"Blow out all the candles except the candelabrum on the table."
"Put out the lights, Mrs. Kildair?"
"At once."