Slowly she came back to normal consciousness and the realisation that it was Howard Torrance’s voice continually calling.
“Vera! Answer if you can. What made you shriek like that?”
So she must have uttered some involuntary cry before she fainted. She turned this over in her mind mechanically, hardly yet knowing where she was. Then all at once things came back to her and she rose to her knees. Roger Shandon’s body was close to her, and she turned away her head so as not to see the dead man.
“Vera!”
She pulled herself together and answered with a faint call.
“Thank God you’re all right,” she heard Howard answer.
“Where are you?”
“I’ve come to the centre where the body is. Oh, Howard, what am I to do?”
“The murderer’s gone, I think,” came the reply. “Can you walk at all? Get away from that place at once. No wonder you shrieked when you came upon it. If you’ll call as often as you can manage it, I’ll try to find my way to you.”
With an effort she forced herself to her feet once more. Her strength seemed to be almost gone; but by sheer will-power she succeeded in making her way out of the tiny enclosure into the green corridor. Anything to get away from the sight of the body! It was too grim a reminder of the perils of the Maze.