"But I thought you wrote that wonderful book on the Deaf and Blind while you stayed with me," she asked innocently.
I stammered a little. "Oh no, not then. I only made a few notes—er—at
The Towers. My mind, oddly enough, refused to produce at all down there.
But—why do you ask? Did anything—was anything supposed to happen
there?"
She looked searchingly into my eyes a moment before she answered:
"Not that I know of," she said simply.