CHAPTER 7For a second she remained, paralysed, and then, as the sound of his feet crossing the floor came to her, she screamed.
“What is it?”
She heard the creak and rumble of Lizzy’s bed, the scratch of a match, and saw the white gleam of the gas as it was lit. In another second Lizzy was in her room.
Lois was out of bed now and with trembling fingers was lighting her own lamp. Otherwise the room was empty.
“Somebody was here—a man,” she said shakily.
“You’ve been dreaming.”
“I was not dreaming. Listen!”
There was the thud of a closing door. Running to the window, Lois threw up the sash and leant out. She had time to see a man’s figure walking swiftly down Charlotte Street.
“There he is! Don’t you recognise him? It is Dorn!”
Lizzy craned farther out of the window and after a time
