She smiled in surprise.
"Oh, you know that story.... Yes, like little Kaine. But at least Kaine was sensible. You ... I do not understand."
"I do not understand myself, very well."
She looked at me with amused curiosity.
"Antinea," I said.
"What is it?"
"I did what you told me to. May I in turn ask one favor, ask you one question?"
"What is it?"
"It was dark, was it not, in the room where he was?"
"Very dark. I had to lead you to the bed where he lay asleep."