The passage was quite dark. From the end of it, directly behind me, came the response, “Yes, Leonard.”
“Ah, you are there?” I questioned.
“I have been waiting for you to wake. I did not wish to disturb your sleep,” she explained.
“And they—where are they now?”
“Mr. Fairchild is in the guest-chamber, where he is to sleep. Miriam is in her room. I could not come to you so long as they were together. It would not do to leave them alone. That is why I wrote the note.”
By this time we were between my own four walls, and I had closed the door behind us.
“And now, for Heaven's sake, explain to me what this means,” I said, holding up the sheet of paper.
“It means what it says. He has recognised Miriam.”
“Oh, it is impossible,” I declared.
“I only wish you were right,” sighed Josephine dolefully.