<br/>I replace the door as best I can without actually resealing it, and crouch down as I move within, holding my knife. If there is anything worthwhile in here, it might have guards. I cup the handle of the knife in my palm, the blade running along my arm - there's a better chance of it going unnoticed that way.<br/><br/>I creep along, examining the hall and avoiding the windows. I crouch down before the first door, examing it for a lock, then pushing my ear against it. I consider knocking again, but at this point explaining how I got here would more difficult than fleeing and sneaking back into the house later. I flex my grip along the knife, wishing I'd brought my pistol... if I have to flee the house, I'll probably have to leave it behind entirely. I silently curse the maid, then my temper.<br/><br/>I wait a few more minutes, listening for any sounds within hearing distance, behind this door or not.