Jess still held on to her brother’s wrist, but now she suffered herself to be led across the floor to the hall, reaching which, she let go and sped up stairs. Roy turned at once and laid his hand on the shoulder of their guest.
Some way his fears and suspicions of the man had all departed.
“Mr. Keeler,” he said, in a firm tone.
The other left off his working with the lock and a tremor ran through him.
Roy slipped his hand down till it rested under the other’s elbow.
“Come into the library and sit down a moment,” he said gently.
“Where am I? What have I been doing?”
Roy knew that the man was awake now.
“You have been walking in your sleep,” he replied.
“I beg your pardon. Did you dress and come down after me?”