Anyhow--Listen! Hear those steps?
They haven't trusted you, Matilda; they've followed.

Angelica, down with your face to the wall, and be sick! And while you're at it, be damned sick!" Mrs.De Peyster obeyed.

Mr.Pyecroft drew the room's one chair up beside the bed, sat down, picked up "Wormwood," and again, with the most natural manner in the world, he began to read in a loud voice.
The next moment the two policemen of the previous night came in.
Mr.Pyecroft arose.
"I must beg your pardon, officers," he said pleasantly and with a slight tincture of his clerical manner.

"My sister Matilda just told me you wished to see me, but I was almost at the end of a very interesting chapter which I was reading aloud to my other sister, who is ill, and so I thought I would conclude the scene before I came down.

In what way can I serve you ?" Neither of the officers replied.