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Grace started up, her heart beating violently; a profuse perspiration had broken out upon her forehead; she wondered what fresh tribulation was here now. She strained her ears listening intently, but no further sound came, and gradually she regained her mastery of herself once more. She had the knowledge behind her that Cattley was in the house; he had seemed to be a man of resource and courage. Grace had a little later on steeled herself to open the door and stand looking down from the landing into the hall below. The place was perfectly quiet, no sound broke the silence now, till presently Cattley walked across the hall, a cigarette in his hand, as if nothing had happened. Grace would have called out to him, but she felt ashamed to do so. She had given enough trouble already.
She tripped back to her room again, resolved that this time she would not close the door. Cattley had assured her that she had nothing further to fear from Rice for many hours to come. Therefore there was no need to take extra precautions, and Grace settled herself down in her chair again to try and snatch a little sleep.