“It might be dirtier. It is always a good sign when a woman’s care can be traced.”
“She said she was a lone woman, so she can’t have much else to do except look after the place.”
Volna smiled. “Didn’t you see those?” and she pointed to a pair of men’s boots by the chest of drawers. “Probably wood cutter or charcoal burner or something of that sort; often very honest people.”
I thought of the man’s face I had seen and said nothing.
“Have you your flask?” I took it out. “Good, then I shall warm some water and you must have a hot drink;” and in a minute she had cleaned a small saucepan and had the water on the fire.
“I wish the woman would come back,” I grumbled. “I want you to get your wet clothes off.”
“I shouldn’t call her,” replied Volna.
“Why not?”
“I shouldn’t let her know that we know she locked the door.”
“Did you notice that?”