I paused. Here was yet another sinister action on the part of Moroni! Besides, I was unaware that he had realized I had watched him!
“Ah! yes, I see,” I replied, in an attempt to humour her, for she was very sweet and full of grace and beauty. “The doctor tried to set you against me. And yet, strangely enough, I am your friend. Why should he seek to do this?”
“How can I tell?” replied the girl in a strange blank voice. “But he evidently hates you. He told me that you were also his enemy, as well as mine. He said that it was his intention to take steps to prevent you from seeking mischief against both of us.”
This struck me as distinctly curious. Though the poor girl’s mind was unbalanced it was evident that she could recollect some things, while her memory did not serve her in others. Of course it was quite feasible that Moroni, on discovering that I was on the alert, would warn her against me.
Suddenly, hoping to further stir the chords of her memory, I asked:
“Have you seen Mr. De Gex lately?”
“Who?” she inquired blankly.
“Mr. Oswald De Gex—who lives in Stretton Street.”
She shook her head blankly.
“I’m afraid I—I don’t know him,” she replied. “Who is he?”