“Do you mean to say that those dead things frightened you?” he asked incredulously.
“No; I do not. I am not easily frightened. But something odd happened—the second strange thing that has happened this evening. Is there any one concealed in this room?”
“Not a rat—much less a human being. Rats dislike creosote and corrosive sublimate, and as for human beings——”
He shrugged his shoulders and smiled.
“Then I have been dreaming,” said Unorna, attempting to look relieved. “Tell me about him. Where is he?”
“In bed—at his hotel. He will be perfectly well to-morrow.”
“Did he wake?” she asked anxiously.
“Yes. We talked together.”
“And he was in his right mind?”
“Apparently. But he seems to have forgotten something.”