"Are you in love with the hangman?"
The girl laughed, caught up the bottle, making the shadows dance like a delirium, then I slipped back into darkness again.
All kinds of things came into my mind after that, disordered dreams, and then I heard my name.
"Wigan! Wigan!"
I was still sitting in an angle of a wall, trussed like a fowl, but I was awake.
"Is that you, Professor?"
"No more hooligan clubs, Wigan."
"What happened?"
"I remember turning a corner," Quarles answered, "and I woke up here. We were sandbagged, or something of the kind, and serves us right. If we wanted to follow any one we ought to have followed the man and woman. Can you drag yourself over to this corner? We can talk quietly then."
It was rather a painful and lengthy operation, but I fancy the effort did me good. My brain was clearer, I began to grip things again.