“Night,” said Kennedy. “Day,” came back the reply from Miss Bond.
“Automobile.” “Horse.”
“Bay.” “Beach.”
“Road.” “Forest.”
“Gate.” “Fence.”
“Path.” “Shrubs.”
“Porch.” “House.”
Did I detect or imagine a faint hesitation?
“Window.” “Curtain.”
Yes, it was plain that time. But the words followed one another in quick succession. There was no rest. She had no chance to collect herself. I noted the marked difference in the reaction time and, in my sympathy, damned this cold; scientific third degree.