“Good work! There’s no occasion for panic. What you need is a cool head and a clear mind.”
She said, without stirring from where she lay resting her cheek on the chairback:
“My mind has become quite clear again.”
“That’s fine! Well, then, I think the thing for you to do is––” He took out his watch, examined it, replaced it—“Good Lord!” he said. “It is three o’clock!”
She watched him but offered no comment. He went to the telephone, called the New York Central Station, got General Information, inquired concerning trains, hung up, and came back to the desk where he had been sitting.
“The first train out leaves at six three,” he said. “I think you’d better go into my bedroom and lie down. I’m not tired; I’ll call you in time, and I’ll get a taxi and take you to your train. Does that suit you, Ruhannah?”
She shook her head slightly.
“Why not?” he asked.
“I’ve been thinking. I can’t go back.”
“Can’t go back! Why not?”