“Tell me one thing first,” she resumed. “Have I been right in what I have said to you, so far? Is it true that you were in a darkened room when you saw me?”
“Quite true.”
“Was the date the beginning of the month? and was the hour the close of evening?”
“Yes.”
“Were you alone in the room? Answer me truly!”
“I was not alone.”
“Was the master of the house with you? or had you some other companion?”
It would have been worse than useless (after what I had now heard) to attempt to deceive her.
“I had another companion,” I answered. “The person in the room with me was a woman.”
Her face showed, as I spoke, that she was again shaken by the terrifying recollection to which she had just alluded. I had, by this time, some difficulty myself in preserving my composure. Still, I was determined not to let a word escape me which could operate as a suggestion on the mind of my companion.