“None whatever—except that I am nearly sure it comes from somewhere about the roof.”
“If you could clear up the mystery!”
“I have some hope of it.—You are not frightened, my lady?”
She had caught hold of the back of a chair.
“Do sit down. I will get you some water.”
“No, no; I shall be right in a moment!” she answered. “Your stair has taken my breath away. But my uncle is in such a strange condition that I could not help coming to you.”
“I have seen him myself, more than once, very strange.”
“Will you come with me?”
“Anywhere.”
“Come then.”