Three sharp knocks. Haverford leaped for the bolt, drove it home, hung tensely against the door.
"Who is it?" he asked.
"Mrs. Kelley," came the reply.
He almost fainted from relief. He had expected the aliens—and it was only the landlady. Cautiously, he threw open the door.
"Yes?"
"Have you heard, Mr. Haverford? About the invasion, I mean?"
"Yes, I've heard. What of it?"
"I just thought I'd tell you," she said, shrugging. "I know you don't go out much or read the papers, and I thought maybe—"
"I've heard over the radio," he told her stiffly. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"
"No—not at all."