“Who showed you where they were?”
“Where they were?” she repeated.
“Yes. Tell me.”
“He did,” she answered. “The man I fear.”
“What’s his name?[Pg 34]”
But to this there was no reply. She seemed to have no remembrance of names. Perhaps she never had known the name of this man she feared.
“Is it the man who speaks through Buddha?”
She seemed to wrestle hard with this question, as if trying to comprehend its meaning. At last she slowly nodded.
“You are sure?”
“Sure!” she repeated.