So I guess all of us are safe." But no such sentiment of security comforted Mrs.De Peyster.
Who was the man?
What was he here for?
One thing was certain: he and those behind him had made clever and adequate preparations for his admission.

And she dared not expose him, and order him out--for only that very morning she had left Paris on her motor trip! She could only lie on the second maid's narrow bed and await developments.
Matilda went out to attend to her domestic duties below; Mr.Pyecroft withdrew; and Mary, the sympathetic Mary,--Mary who had no worry, for the cabinet-maker below would in due time complete his routine work and take himself away,--Mary remained behind to apply to the invalid the soothing mental poultice of "Wormwood." But "Wormwood" did not torment Mrs.De Peyster as it had done in the forenoon.

She did not hear it.

She was thinking of the cabinet-maker below.

But Mary faithfully continued; she did not cease when Mr.Pyecroft reentered.
There was a slightly amused look in that gentleman's face, but he said nothing, and seated himself on the foot of the bed and gazed thoughtfully at the wall of scaling kalsomine--and Mary's loudly pitched voice went on, and on, and on.
They were thus engaged when Matilda returned.