He saw no use in risking his neck for you people when his master wasn't here.

It was no part of his spy work to--" "Spy work ?" echoed Standish, in real astonishment.

"What ?" "Let it go at that," snapped Brice, adding as Claire reentered the room, followed by the lanky house-man, "All secure in the kitchen quarters, Miss Standish?
Good! Please send this man to close the upstairs shutters, too.

Not that there's any danger that the Caesars will try to climb, before they find they can't get in on this floor.

The sight of the barred shutters will probably scare them off, anyway.