"Of course I will. I'll go over and pack a bag and come back now."
"I'd appreciate it awfully if you would. There's nothing to be afraid of, you understand. It's just that I want company. And I have — dreams."
"I understand. Come along, Phil."
Psychic fits again?
Once more faint lightning flickered in the west. The oppressiveness of the day, the heat of the day, the moods of the day, may have produced the feeling. As he said good-by to Vicky, he felt not for the only time that sensation of evil which he had first experienced when he stood on the balcony outside these windows. Now it was coming closer. And it was growing stronger.
He was afterwards to remember this scene, with Vicky's cool hand in his, and the old-rose curtains writhing slightly as a breeze gathered, and the almost imperceptible darkening of the room. That flicker beyond the windows caught Vicky's eye. "Heat-lightning," she said.
"Yes," said Ann. "Heat-lightning. Phil, come on."
Seventeen
The rain poured down.
"Then we're all agreed," said Sir Henry Merrivale, "that there's only one person who can be guilty?"