Unorna let herself sink into a chair.

She stared almost vacantly at Keyork, then glanced uneasily at the motionless specimens, then stared at him again.
"Yes," she said at last.

"Perhaps I was a little nervous.

Why did you lock me in?
I would have gone with you.

I would have helped you." "An accident--quite an accident," answered Keyork, divesting himself of his fur coat.