“Often?”
“Yes.”
“What was the first time?”
“I think—I think I was five years old. They found me in the garden.”
Molloy let out a great breath of relief. If she had forgotten, if her account had differed from his—well, well, their luck was in.
There was a whispering from behind the screen. Number Two frowned.
“And the last time?”
“It was at school. I walked into another dormitory and frightened the girls.”
The man in the fur coat nodded. “So your father said.” And for a moment Molloy stared over his shoulder at him. “And to-night? Do you dream on these occasions?”
Renata was reassured. Every moment it was more like an ordinary visit to a doctor. She had been asked all these questions so often. Her voice no longer trembled as she answered. “Yes, I dream. I walk in my sleep because of the dream; now to-night....”