"He laughed oddly and replied, 'No, not Dick. Lee,' and I felt his arms around me and his kisses on my face.
"I was bewildered. Lee! Why had he drugged me then?
"'Lee,' I cried, 'why am I here?'
"'It's all right, dear. Uncle Phil was murdered and they think you did it.'
"'But I didn't kill him,' I protested, sitting up and pushing him away. 'He was dead when I entered the room!'
"'I know,' he answered. 'But just the same the police are hunting you. That's why I hid you away.'
"I heard him moving around the room, then he came back to me and said, 'You must be thirsty. Drink this.'
"But I was not going to be drugged a second time if I could help it, police or no police, so I said, 'I'm not thirsty, Lee.'
"'That doesn't matter. Drink, I tell you. I'm in a hurry.'
"His voice took on a sinister note as he held the glass forcibly to my lips. I gave his hand a shove, spilling the contents of the glass over him.