“What do you want of me?” asked Lily in a voice expressionless and free of all emotion.
For a moment her companion hesitated. He switched off the electric torch which until now he had kept turned full upon her. “Were you sleeping?” he asked.
“Yes.” Again in the same dead tone.
“Extraordinary. You must be a woman of great nerve.”
“No ... not at all. I had not slept in thirty-six hours.”
Again he hesitated. “I ... I have been riding for that length of time ... and still I cannot sleep. I have tried.... My nerves are too much on edge.”
“Tell me ... why did you remain behind?” he began presently.
She made a gesture indicating the window behind which lay Madame Gigon. “You have seen the reason,” she said. “It was impossible to go away.”
The man whistled softly. “Aren’t you in the least afraid?”