“Through the apple orchard.”
“And having eluded this—er—unknown person, you returned to the intriguing vicinity of Room 18?”
“No,” said Corole flatly. “I came immediately home.”
“And Dr. Hajek?”
“Returned to his room at St. Ann’s.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“How do you know?”
Corole hesitated.
“He told me so, later,” she said lamely.