She shuddered from head to foot, and, pausing in her aimless pacing, looked round her with a start. She had not yet even begun to wonder where she was. But this was not her own room, these gray padded walls, this single window closely barred, the bed clamped to the floor with no sheets on it or coverings of any kind. That did not matter. She had nothing on but her nightdress and dressing gown, but it was hot enough. Heavens, how hot it was! And wasn’t that thunder she had heard it. It came again, that distant rumble.
The heat was about to break at last, perhaps?
She realized now where she was. This was the room of Doctor Murchison, the real Doctor Murchison, where he had been confined as Godstone for weeks. She went to the door and turned the handle. As she thought, it was locked. She wa
