sorts of people; by some of the very worst. And you never doubted me at all?" She breathed a little quickly as if she sighed. "I am glad. So long as you know that it was not a murderess who came through your window like a thief, I do not seem to care what others think, which is absurd. For I had no hand in it, nor had you; nor had Mr. Lawrence's brother."
"But—who then?"
"That, as yet, I can't quite see. There was something strange about it; something like a conjuring trick, which I am not sure that I understood, even at the time. It was all done by some dreadful creature, the mere horror of whose presence drove me from my senses. I can't think what it can have been."
When, stopping, she stood before me, with shining eyes; her lips parted with a smile, so as to show the small white teeth within, I was at a loss how to enter on the subject of my errand. So, as usual, I blundered.
"Unfortunately, men are mostly fools, and blind."
There my tongue stuck fast. She looked at me a little anxiously.
"How do you mean?"
"There are those of them who cannot see the noses on each other's faces."
"Is that so?"
