“You have been very ill.”
“How long?”
“This is the eighth day.”
“The eighth day!” He frowned in a mental 116effort to unravel the past. “Then I must have been–out of my head.”
“Yes, most of the time.” She was watching him with anxious eyes. “Perhaps you had better not talk much now. Try and sleep again.”
“No, I am–full of sleep. Is this the same house–we discovered that first day?”
“Yes.”
He closed his eyes, and again she rested a hand upon his brow.
“Who is here besides you?” he asked.
“No one–except Solomon.”