Or," he threw out his hands in the gesture of one who reasons with a willful child, "if you won't come to me, let me stay here!" Miss Cornelia hesitated for an instant.

The proposition seemed logical enough--more than that--sensible, safe.

And yet, some indefinable feeling--hardly strong enough to be called a premonition--kept her from accepting it.

Besides, she knew what the Doctor did not, that help was waiting across the hall in the library.
"Thank you, no, Doctor," she said briskly, before she had time to change her mind.

"I'm not easily frightened.