But the blush faded, and she looked grave when she saw me.
“I am afraid you have had a bad night, Dr. Paull,” she said, kindly.
“Why?” I asked, nodding back good-morning to Captain Pym.
“You look so tired.”
I vouchsafed that I had an early morning stroll, and spoke of the unfastened door.
“The door into the garden?”
She looked amazed; and then walked to that door and tried it.
“It is locked and bolted now, whatever it was then,” she said.
I joined her, and sure enough it was.
“The omission must have been found out and rectified,” I said.