When my aunt said to me that night before she went to bed that she was afraid your door was unsafe, I laughed--"That doesn't matter!" I said to her.

I felt quite confident.

I sat up all night,--but I was not anxious,--and I suppose it was that which at last betrayed me into sleep.
Of course, the fatal thing was that we none of us knew of the chloroform she had hidden away.' Lucy fidgetted in distress.
'Please--please--don't talk as though anyone were to blame--as though there were anything to make excuses for--'.
'How should there not be?
You were disturbed--attacked--frightened.

You might--' He drew in his breath.

Then he bent over her.
'Tell me,' he said in a low voice, 'did she attack you in your room ?' Lucy hesitated.