But that danger was now over.
There now remained only the feat of getting into her room, unnoticed by Jack.

This they could manage when they were certain that Jack and Mary were asleep.
Relief, hope, courage once more began to rise within her.
Then suddenly she sat upright.

Footsteps were sounding below--growing nearer--heavy footsteps--what sounded like more than two pairs of footsteps.

She sat as one palsied; and before she could recover strength or faculties, there in the doorway were the two policemen.
And with them was a gentleman in a cap and tan summer overcoat buttoned to the chin.
The gentleman was the Reverend Mr.Pyecroft; and the Mr.Pyecroft they had first seen: bland, oh, so bland, with that odd, elderish look of his.
"Met him goin' down the servants' steps as we were goin' out, and he asked us--" the officer was beginning.
But Mr.Pyecroft was already crossing toward Matilda, smiling affectionately.
"My dear Matilda!" He kissed her upon the cheek.

"I arrived in New York very unexpectedly less than half an hour ago, and could not delay coming to see you.