"Who brought that?" he asked.
"That? What?" asked Old Sandstone.
Simon turned to him.
"Tell me, professor, did any one come to this room while you were here?"
"Yes, lots of people. They came in as they liked: admirers, idle sightseers. . . ."
"Did a woman come in?"
"Upon my word, I didn't notice. . . . Why?"
"Why?" replied Simon, explaining. "Because last night, while I was asleep, I several times had the impression that a woman came up to me and bent over me. . . ."
Old Sandstone shrugged his shoulders:
"You've been dreaming, my boy. When one's badly overtired, one's likely to have those nightmares. . . ."