Dan slept without moving for nine hours. Then he awoke in a strange room that was flooded with sunlight. He stared at the white walls and the cracked ceiling and wondered where he was. Beside him Gerald was soundly slumbering. While he was still trying to make it out the floor creaked and Ned appeared. Then Dan remembered.
“Hello!” he said, still somewhat dazed with sleep. “What time is it?”
“Seven-thirty, sir. Will you have your tub now, sir?”
Dan was looking perplexedly at the pajamas he wore.
“Where’d I get these things? They look a whole lot like my own.”
“Why not? Don’t you usually wear your own pajamas?” asked Ned gravely. Gerald stirred and opened his eyes, sighed and closed them again.
“But how did they get here?” Dan persisted.
“Oh, that’s it? Well, you see, you never can tell when you start out in your friend’s car where you’ll end up. So we thought we’d better be on the safe side. You’ll find your toothbrush, hairbrush, comb, a change of linen and some other trifles on the bureau.”
Dan stared a moment, frowningly. Then,