"You heard him, Roy?" she whispered.
"Come downstairs," he said. "I want to ask you some questions about this."
They went down to the den at the back of the house, and stood there looking at each other's faces.
"He told us a tale to-night," said Roy at last.
"Yes," said Mimika faintly.
"Do you know what he was calling out in his nightmare?"
"It sounded like German," she said.
"Yes, it was German; and it gave me a good deal more local color than I expected. That was a true story all right, Mimika."
"You mean that he—"
"Yes."