ThenIcouldhearacuriouspatteringuponthedoor，almostlikesomeonefeelingforthehandleinthedark，andPyecraft’sfamiliargrunts。
“It’sallright，“Isaid，“she’sgone。“
Butforalongtimethedoordidn’topen。
Iheardthekeyturn。ThenPyecraft’svoicesaid，“Comein。“
Iturnedthehandleandopenedthedoor。NaturallyIexpectedtoseePyecraft。