that had filled it was altogether gone. A man in a deep violet robe, one of those who had been on the balcony, was looking keenly into his face.
Remote but insistent was a clamour of bells and confused sounds, that
suggested to his mind the picture of a great number of people shouting together.
Something seemed to fall across this tumult, a door suddenly closed.
Graham moved his head. “What does this all mean?” he said slowly. “Where
am I?”
He saw the red-haired man who had been first to discover him. A voice seemed to be asking what he had said, and was abruptly stilled.
The man in violet answered in a soft voice, speaking English with a slightly
foreign accent, or so at least it seemed to the Sleeper’s ears. “You are quite safe.
You were brought hither from where you fell asleep
