“Think! Try to think! You must remember what happened in Edwin Lawrence’s room to cause you to fly through his window, taking refuge anyhow and anywhere.”
“You say that I came from his room to yours; how did I come?”
“Along the balcony. You must have rushed through his window straight to mine; whether you tried other windows as you passed I cannot say. Perhaps mine was the first which you found open.”
“Then his room is in this house?”
“Of course it is; it’s on the same floor as mine.”
“Then take me to it—now! At once! If I were to see the room, and to see Edwin Lawrence, it might all come back to me.”
“Take you to see Edwin Lawrence?”
“Yes; why not?”
“Why should I not take you to see Edwin Lawrence? You know why!”
I gripped her roughly by the wrist. She gave a cry of pain. I loosed her, ashamed. She eyed me as if bewildered.