"How is he? Is the warmth helping him any?" Jiao Jie set out the mugs and tea kettle, nodding her understanding. "I am sure it will turn up."  She placed her hand on the doorknob, turning towards Madame Shu with a pensive smile. "Oh yes, the downstairs. I meant to ask... Is there any chance family of yours might be roaming these parts, Madame? For the strangest thing happened downstairs, and by that, I do not mean friend Wu's inappropriate talespinning."