I nodded.
“Into the Blind Spot?”
“Yes. What is the Blind Spot?”
She ignored the question.
“I am sorry” she answered. “So sorry. I would have saved him. And the Rhamda; was he here, too?”
I nodded. Her eyes flashed wickedly.
“And—and you—tell me, did you fight with the Rhamda? You—”
“It was Watson,” I interrupted. “This Rhamda is behind it all. He is the villain. He can fight like a tiger; whoever he is he can fight.”
She frowned slightly; she shook her head.
“You young men,” she said. “You young men! You are all alike! Why must it be? I am so sorry. And you fought with the Rhamda? You could not overcome him, of course. But tell me, how could you resist him? What did you do?”