"The bulls!"
"There's a female dick out on the roof right now. And she's asking for you."
Fanny stared, round-eyed.
"Asking for me? You're crazy."
"She said 'I wish to see and question the young woman who is in this apartment.' Those were her very words."
"I'll take a peek at her."
"Don't let her see you," begged Mullett, alarmed.
"Is it likely!"
Fanny walked composedly to the sitting-room. She felt no concern. The most comforting possession in the world is, of course, a quiet conscience: but almost as good is the knowledge that you have left no tracks behind you. Fanny was positive that, on taking her departure from the Waddington home at Hempstead that afternoon, she had made a nice clean getaway and could not possibly have been followed to this place by even the most astute of female dicks. Mullett, she was convinced, must have misunderstood this woman, whoever she might be.
She drew the blind aside an inch and looked cautiously out. The intruder was standing so close to the window that it was possible even in the uncertain light to get an adequate view of her: and what she saw reassured Fanny. She returned to her anxious husband with words of cheer.