Opening the door, Crozier stepped aside to let Burlingame pass.

It was two years since Burlingame had been in this room, and then he had entered it without invitation.
His inquisitiveness had led him to explore it with no good intent when he lived in the house.
Entering now, he gave it quick scrutiny.

It was clear he was looking for something in particular.

He was, in fact, searching for signs of its occupancy by another than Shiel Crozier--tokens of a woman's presence.
There was, however, no sign at all of that, though there were signs of a woman's care and attention in a number of little things--homelike, solicitous, perhaps affectionate care and attention.

Certainly the spotless pillows, the pretty curtains, the pincushion, and charmingly valanced bed and shelves, cheap though the material was, showed a woman's very friendly care.