She does no harm--except that she's most offensively impudent.

And I rather imagine she'll resent your investigation, if you attempt it.

I can't say that I'd blame her." The Baron laughed.
"Baron, it struck me a bit shivery at the time, but I want to say to you now that the eye that I saw at the crack was not that of an idle peeper, nor was it a mere fakir's substitute.

It was as malevolent as the devil and it glared--do you understand?
Glared! It didn't _peep!_" Truxton King, for reasons best known to himself, soon relapsed into a thoughtful, contemplative silence.

Between us, he was sorely vexed and disappointed.