They'll be no use here and they may get hysterical, as they did last night when we had that scrimmage outside.

The men-servants may be useful.

Send them here." Before she could obey, the dining room curtains were parted, and a black-clad little Jap butler sidled into the hallway, his jaw adroop, his beady eyes astare with terror, his hands washing each other with invisible soap-and-water.
"Sato!" exclaimed Claire.
The Jap paid no heed.
"Prease!" he chattered between castanet teeth.

"Prease, I hear.
I scare.

I no fight man.