“Well, what do you want?”

“You needn't use that.”

“You 'll let me in?”

“Yes.”

Beveridge promptly set down his burden on the stairs, and stood aside to let the farmer take the lead.

Van Deelen tapped at the door, and softly, called, “Saskia!”

“What is it?”

“You have to open the door and let this gentleman in.”

“Mercy, no!”

“But you have to!”