"Tell me, for example, why no lights work in King Ferdinand's suite."
Again there was an interval during which I rather felt than saw her gray eyes fixed intently on my shadowy face. Then:
"Has a fuse blown out?"
"No, Thusis."
"Then no doubt the globes are burnt out."
"Do you think it likely that they all burnt out at the same time?"
"It is possible, isn't it?"
I did not reply.
She waited, then asked me in a mocking voice whether there was anything further that worried me.
"I was merely wondering," said I, "who it was that awoke King Ferdinand to-night by trying the knob on his bedroom door."