“Now it is locked,” she says.
We are solid and warm in the room that is locked.... Mildred is looking at me; I feel her eyes, and do not want to meet them.
I am afraid to meet them.—Mildred, what now is in your eyes as in your voice that sent me to spy on the night?
Sudden, from the silence, they all speak ... all save Mildred and me.
“Well, we have locked the door,” my mother says.
“What have we seen?” says father. “I have heard no one say what we have seen. We have seen nothing.”
“Let’s get back,” says Mr. Fayn, “to our game.”
“These phenomena,” warns Doctor Stein, “are beyond our grasp. Doubtless because they are the mere reflections of perfectly clear phenomena. We try to grasp the reflections, and of course we fail.”
They are cool and calm, and determined.
“Well—whatever—we have locked the door.”