"Child, you're dreaming. How can that be, since, when I found him he was alive, and when I left him he was dead?"
"In the first place, I believe I knew, all along, that you were going to kill him; I had, in a way I can't describe, a premonition of what was going to happen."
"So, even from behind your curtain, you perceived, from the first, my homicidal intention--which makes it bad for me."
"But still worse for me; because I might have saved him had I chose; but I didn't choose. My one feeling was that you were going to help me to escape; and--I was glad."
"Is that what you meant when you said that part of the responsibility was yours, you fantastic child?"
"No; I will tell you what I meant, if you will listen--and you will see that I'm not fantastic."
She told him what had happened after he left the sitting-room, having propped George Emmett up in his chair. Of how the supposed dead man had been laid on the table; of how, when she was left alone with him in the darkness, she had heard sounds which unmistakably showed that he was coming back to life; and of how, in his struggles, he had fallen from the table on to the floor. He heard her with growing amazement; interrupting her now and then with exclamations. When she had finished he was silent; as if he were turning over what she had said in his mind; then, looking her very straight in the face, he asked her, with that queer smile of his:
"Are you quite sure that imagination played no part in this strange story; and that you've not told it me in the hope that it might do me a service?"
As she answered him her manner was disdainful.
"In other words, you are asking if I have not deliberately told you what I know to be false. It is no use your pretending that is not what you asked; because, as you're very well aware, that's what your question comes to. It so happens that there's a sequel to what you call my strange story which may perhaps convince even you. That person in the boat who just now advised us to take refuge here was the one who took me from Newcaster to Mrs Vernon's house. It was he who gave me shelter when at last I escaped from 'The Bolton Arms.'"