“North, east, south or west?” questions Mr. Chase, poising his pen in air.
“I have no home to go to,” finally responds Stanley, lifting his eyes for the first time since his entrance to the room.
“No home?” repeats the warden, sympathetically. “But surely you must want to go somewhere. You can’t stay in Windsor.”
Stanley is thoughtful. “Perhaps you had better make the station Raymond,” he decides, and he meets squarely the surprised and questioning look of the warden.
“But that is the place you were sent from.”
“Yes.”
“It is not your home? No; I believe you just stated that you had no home.”
“I have none.”
“And you wish to revisit the scene of your—your trouble?”
Stanley’s gaze wanders to the open window and across the valley.