Nothing happened.  Oh damn him! she said frantically to herself; he's changed the combo.  She stood there for a moment, knees weak, and kept her face away from Smith.  Then she again spoke into the hush box.  It was a Raytheon lock, the same voice circuit actuated the door or announced callers.  She announced herself on the forlorn chance that Ben might have returned. "Ben, this is Jill."