"We'll go in there and talk."
"You can't come into the house. You can't do anything to me. I haven't done anything."
"Would you mind!" said Grant, in a tone that belied the meaning of the phrase.
"You can't come into the house without a warrant. I know!" She was standing against the windowsill now, defending her rooms.
"You don't need a warrant for murder," Grant said.
"Murder!" She stared at him. "What have I to do with murder?"
"Will you get in, please, and put on the light?"
She did as she was bidden, climbing over the sill with the ease of practice. As the light clicked, Grant stepped over the sill and drew the curtains.
It was a very pleasant bedroom, with eiderdown on the bed and shaded light on the table.
"Who is your employer?" he asked.