“To be honest,” he replied, “her condition puzzles me.”
He walked across to the fireplace and dropped the match, staring at Harley with a curious expression.
“Has any one told her the truth?” he asked.
“You mean that Colonel Menendez is dead?”
“Yes,” replied Dr. Rolleston. “I understood that no one had told her?”
“No one has done so to my knowledge,” said Harley.
“Then the sympathy between them must have been very acute,” murmured the physician, “for she certainly knows!”
“Do you really think she knows?” I asked.
“I am certain of it. She must have had knowledge of a danger to be apprehended, and being awakened by the sound of the rifle shot, have realized by a sort of intuition that the expected tragedy had happened. I should say, from the presence of a small bruise which I found upon her forehead, that she had actually walked out into the corridor.”
“Walked?” I cried.