"What d'you want to know?"
"The police will search this flat on Monday if we don't find out before then where Miss Rawnsley was taken to when she disappeared."
Maybury-Reynardson shook his head.
"You mustn't think of bothering her with questions of that kind. If you did, I don't suppose she could help you."
"But you said the mind was normal?"
"Working back to normal. Everything's there, but she can't put it in order. The memory larder is full, but her hands are too weak to lift things down from the shelves."
"It's a matter of life and death," I urged.
"If it was a matter of eternal salvation I doubt if she could help you. Do you dream? Well, could you piece together the fragments of all you dreamt last night? You might have done so a moment after waking, little pieces may come back to you when some one suggests the right train of thought. That's Miss Davenant's condition. To change the parallel, her eyes can see, but they see 'through a glass darkly.'"
I thought the matter over while he was examining and prescribing for the Seraph.
"We're in a tight corner, Seraph," I said when he had gone. "I don't see any other way out, I'm going to take the responsibility of disobeying him."