Ackroyd told me so yesterday.' 'And her sister's at work too ?' 'Safe enough.' 'Is the workmen there still ?' 'No, they're all out.

Safe enough.' Mr.Bower seemed to find a satisfaction in repeating the significant phrase.

He chuckled disagreeably.
'It looks queer,' remarked his wife, with a certain contemptuousness.
'It looks uncommon queer.

I wonder whether old Mrs.Butterfield happened to be safe likewise.' He nodded.

'I'll look in and have a word with the old lady to-night, eh ?' Mrs.Butterfield's husband, some years deceased, had been a fellow-workman with Bower.