"Didn't you leave the light on?" Wallion asked, standing still.
Tom, completely unnerved, trembled.
"Certainly I did," he stammered, "Maurice ... there is..."
"Stop," whispered Wallion, "there is some one crouching behind the inner door."
He fumbled for the electric button and found it after a time; the flash revealed a figure, huddled up against the wall of the study door. It was the girl in gray ... she might have been asleep, her head sunk upon her breast and her arms clasped round her knees. Wallion closed the outer door and bent over the motionless figure.
Tom endeavored to raise her head, but it drooped helplessly to one side.
"She has fainted," said Wallion, "we must take her somewhere, ... but where?"
"Lay her on the couch in the smoke-room," suggested Tom.
They lifted her carefully and laid her on the couch. As Tom was gently slipping a cushion under her head, she opened her eyes. "He did frighten me so," she said in a feeble voice.
"Who frightened you?" asked Tom.