‘Ah, here he is!’ he cried. ‘Now, did you sit up very late last night?’
When he asked that I began to have some suspicion of what was coming next.
‘Yes, very. Why?’
‘Well, were you talking to yourself? Helen and I both woke in the night, and heard talking in your room. I had had some dream that frightened me, and I nearly came downstairs for human companionship.’
‘Why didn’t you?’
‘I was too sleepy. But—were you talking?’
‘No. You were dreaming. So was Helen. I may have groaned now and then over proofs, but not more than that.’
Legs nodded at Helen.
‘I told you it was ghosts,’ he said.