"Why?"
"Lettie wished to be alone."
"You're very strange people."
"We are."
He got up quickly, confusedly, crossed the room, and turned a picture that was upon the sofa. I had not noticed it before. I glanced up at the wall. The face was gone. The picture that be turned must have been that. He came back and stood before me.
"Were you frightened when Lettie came down?" he asked.
"Yes; how could I help it?"
"Why didn't you turn the lock?"
"I was asleep when she went out."
"What awakened you?"