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ball outside, perhaps from the
    tiny kitchen or the combination living and dining room.
    “Is there anyone there?” I called, frightened. “Who is it?”
    “It is I, Miss Collins,” said a voice. “Do not be alarmed.” I recognized the
    voice. It was he I took to be the leader of the men with whom I had been in
    contact, that of he who had first seen me at the perfume counter.
    “I am not dressed,” I called. I thrust shut the bolt on the bathroom door. I did
    not understand how he could have obtained entrance. I had had the door to the
    apartment not only locked but bolted.
    “Have you cleaned your body?” he asked.
    “Yes,” I said. I thought he had put that in an unusual fashion.
    “Have you washed your hair?” he asked.
    “Yes,” I said. I had done so.
    “Come out,” he said.
    “Do you see my robe out there?” I called.
    “Use a towel,” he said.
    “I will be out in a moment,” I said. I hastily dried my hair and put a towel
    about it, and then I wrapped a large towel about my body, tucking it shut under
    my left arm. I looked about for my slippers. I had thought I had put them at the
    foot of the vanity. But they, like the robe, did not seem to be where I thought
    I had left them. I slid back the bolt on the bathroom door and, barefoot,
    entered the hall. There were, I saw, three men in the kitchen. One was he whom I
    now knew well. The other two, who wore uniforms; much of a sort one expects in
    professional movers, I did not recognize.
    “You look lovely,” said the first man, he whom I recognized, he who was, by now,
    familiar to me.
    “Thank you,” I said.
    “Make us some coffee,” he said.
    I proceeded, frightened, to do so. I was very conscious of my state of
    dishabille. Their eyes, I could sense, were much on me. I felt very small among
    their powerful bodies. I was conscious, acutely, how different I was from them.
    “How did you get in?” I asked, lightly, when the coffee was perking.
    “With this,” he said, taking a small, metallic, pen like object from his left,
    inside jacket pocket. He clicked a switch on it.
    There was no visible beam. He then clicked the switch again, presumably turning
    it off.
    “I do not understand,” I said.
    “Come along,” he said, smiling, and getting up from behind the kitchen table. I
    followed him into the combination living and dining room. I noticed the coarse,
    fibrous texture of the rug on my bare feet. The other two men followed us into
    this room.
    “There is my robe,” I said, “and my slippersl” The robe was thrown over an easy
    chair. The slippers had been dropped at its base.
    “Leave them,” be said.
    I knew I bad not put them there.
    He opened the door to the apartment and looked outside.
    He was seeing, I supposed, if anyone was in the hall.
    He stepped outside. “Lock and bolt the door,” he said.
    I did so. I then stood, waiting, behind the locked, bolted door. I glanced back
    at the other two men, in their garb like professional movers. They stood behind
    me, in the apartment, their arms folded.
    I heard a tiny noise. Fascinated, I saw the bolt turn and slide back. I then
    heard the door click. The man re-entered the apartment. He closed the door
    behind him. He returned the penlike object to his pocket.
    “I did not know such things existed,” I said, Inadvertently, frightened, I put
    my hand to my breast. I was very much aware that only a towel stood between me
    and this stranger.
    “They do,” he smiled.
    “I didn’t bear you enter,” I said.
    “It makes little noise,” he said. “Too, you had the water running.”
    “You knew, of course,” I said, “that I would not hear you enter.”
    “Of course,” he said.
    It had been in accordance with his instructions that I had been showering at the
    time.
    “What are those things?” I asked. I referred to two objects.
    One was a large carton and the other was a weighty, sturdy metal box, about
    three feet square. The metal box looked as though it would