"Now ain't that just like a fashionable bringin-up," said Rosalie, almost raising her voice. "Things a gentleman can do an' things he can't do! You're tryin' to bust a crook, an' you remember what your French nurse told you about the etiquette of keyholes!"
"You're my master at argument, Mme. Le Grange," responded Blake. "Go ahead."
"And you promise to leave quiet?"
"I promise."
"There's one place I can trust your bringin'-up, I guess. When you're inside, feel about till you find a hassock. Stand on it; 't will bring your eyes up to the hole. Stay there until I knock for you to come out—let's be goin'."
"But what am I to do—why am I here if I am to do nothing?"
"You're to look an' see an' remember what you see—that's all for to-night."
At the door, she looked him full in the eyes again:
"Remember, you've promised."
"I remember."