"He never even snores. When we were first married, he slept so quietly that I thought he'd stopped breathing, but I'd only have to touch him or whisper to him and he'd wake in an instant. What does this mean?"
"We'll find out, never fear."
They went back into the sitting room as they heard Snow return. He was carrying the recording machine, and seeing the question in Sandra's eyes as she saw it, he said reassuringly: "We're going to make a recording of what Ham's saying. We'll soon find out what this is all about."
He busied himself changing the tapes on the machine, taking the new one from his pocket, and fumbled the job in his haste. He had plugged in the microphone and was unwinding the long chord when they heard Richardson's voice call out from the next room: "Sandra!" and a moment later, Richardson appeared in the open doorway, staring at them in astonishment.
"Abe! Phil! When did you come here?"
"About half an hour ago," Snow replied.
Richardson passed a hand over his eyes. "I must have fallen asleep," he said.
"You did, darling, and I couldn't wake you," Sandra said. "So I called Phil."
"You couldn't wake me?"