“Just something about the storm. She had been closing windows in the wing.”
“Did she know that Jackson was dead?”
“Why, no! Not until I lit the candle and she saw him.”
“She was surprised, of course?”
“Yes.”
“Then, as I understand it, she went through the dark corridor to the general office to telephone to Dr. Letheny. Was she willing to go? Or was she—reluctant?”
“I—she——”
He caught my hesitation.
“She did not wish to telephone to him?”
“The corridor was so dark you could hardly see your hand before you,” I remarked crisply. “And it was storming.”