Ten minutes later they were back in Loring’s apartment again. David had thought it best to hear the rest of Janice’s revelation there. As they entered the large studio living room an oppressive pall seemed to burden the atmosphere; as though they had stepped from the cheerful bustle of the Village street into a place where fear and uncertainty dwelled. David shook off the feeling resolutely; this was his own apartment, and no one dwelled here except himself, and he was a realistic, if somewhat romantic fellow.
They sat down together on the couch which had held them rapturously entwined in one another’s arms such a short time ago.
“Now Janice,” he said, trying to keep his voice calm and patient, as though he were a doctor dealing with a difficult patient. “You probably had an hallucinatio
