She hasn't had time.

But of course she would have done so.

You are--ah"-- his tone was delicate--"evading the police ?" "The police! We don't care a hang about the police, though, of course, we don't want them to know.

It's the infernal reporters we care about." "The reporters ?" softly pursued Mr.Pyecroft.
"Yes, but one reporter in particular--a beast by the name of Mayfair, I've had a tip that he suspects something; already he's tried to get into the house as a gas-meter inspector." At the mention of that indomitable, remorseless, undeceivable newsgatherer, Mayfair, and the possibility of his gaining entrance into the house, Mrs.De Peyster experienced a new shudder.
"What would be the harm if Mr.Mayfair did get in ?" Imperceptibly prodded Mr.Pyecroft.

"He would merely write a piece about you for his paper." "And his confounded piece, or the main facts in it, would be cabled to Europe!" "Ah, I think I see," said Mr.Pyecroft.