 I passed the apartment house once. There was no one around. I came back and dove down the stairway marked service entrance. I walked through the cellar. Edith. Edith, here. Over here. Oh, George. Did one of you come in? No one. I'm sure no one did. Oh, George. Come on. Up the stairs here. I thought we might use a service elevator, but it's too risky. It's only one flight up. I... Steady now. Carriage is clear.