Marette shrugged her slim shoulders the slightest bit and nodded for him to look upon what she knew he had already seen, her room.
"It is not uncomfortable," she said.

"I have been here for a number of weeks, and nothing has happened to me.

I am quite safe.

Inspector Kedsty has not looked inside that door since the day your big red-headed friend saw me down in the poplars.

He has not put a foot on the stair.