“What place is this?”
The voice was silent, as though hesitating to reveal to me the truth.
“A place wherein, alas! more than one person has found his grave,” she explained at last.
“But I don’t understand,” I said eagerly. “All is so puzzling. I believed that I was inside a police-station, whereas I had actually walked into this mysterious and cleverly-prepared trap. Who are these people who are my enemies?—tell me.”
“Unfortunately, I cannot.”
“But you, yourself, are not one of them,” I declared.
“I may be,” answered the voice in a strange, vague tone.
“Why?”
“Ah! no, that is not a fair question to ask.”
“But surely, you, who were so kind to me after my accident in the street, will you desert me now?” I argued. Her failure to give me any assurance that she was my friend struck me as peculiar. There was something extremely uncanny about the whole affair. I did not like it.