JANET. (After a slight pause.) It struck me all of a sudden, while I
was waiting at the door, that it might have been left open on purpose.

CARVE. The front door? On purpose? What for?

JANET. Oh--for some one particular to walk in without any fuss. So in I
stepped.

CARVE. You're the young lady that Mr. Shawn's expecting----(Going
towards passage.)

JANET. (Stopping him.) It's shut now. You don't want everybody
walking in, do you?

CARVE. (Looking at JANET with pleasure.) So you're the young
lady--Mrs.--Miss----

JANET. (Ignoring his question.) Was it a message you had for me?

CARVE. No, no. Not a message.... But--the fact is, we're rather upset
here for the moment.

JANET. Yes. Illness.

CARVE. Now, if it isn't an indiscreet question, how did you know that
there was illness?

JANET. I was standing looking at this house and wondering whether I
shouldn't do better to go right back home there and then. But "No," I