She pulled up a blade of grass, and began to play with it. "Mr. Strange."
He smiled. "Miss Fortescue?"
"It isn't what you sound," she said, carefully inspecting her blade of grass. "It's — things you do."
There was an infinitesimal pause. "What have I done?" Strange asked lightly.
She abandoned the grass, and turned towards him. "Last night, at about one o'clock when we had summer lightning, I - it woke me."
"Did it? But what has that got to do with my mysterious behaviour?"
She looked into his eyes, and saw them faintly amused. "Mr. Strange, I got up to close my window, in case it came on to rain. I saw you in one of the flashes."
"You saw me?" he repeated.
"Yes, by the big rose bush just under my window. I saw you quite clearly. I didn't say anything about it to the others."
"Why not?" he said.