“Loosening the bandage.”
“To?”
“To open the wound and let you bleed to death.”
“I see. Yes, I remember. I dreamt the whole scene, except the bandage business. But you——”
“I had the lighted lamp, and the moment its light flashed on him he was as—as blind as a bat. His hands moved about your bandage fumbling and uncertain. Yes, he was blind enough then. I believe he would have attacked me, only I threatened him with the lamp, and with calling for help.”
“Brave little woman—yes, I remember your words. They were in my dream. And that’s how you knew what to do later on when Jake and he——”
The girl nodded.
“So Fyles was right,” Tresler went on musingly. “You did know.”
“Was I wrong, Jack, in not telling them at the inquest? You see he is dead, and——”
“On the contrary, you were right. It would have done no manner of good. You might have told me, though.”