Dr. Schwick could feel her thoughts probing his, and he reached toward her with his mind, his thoughts friendly,—those of a father toward a daughter.
She smiled and moved slowly toward him. Her hands came out from her cloak as she walked. They were long and slender. As she drew near she held her arms up as if to embrace him. He could see her gleaming teeth in the faint light cast off by the small flashlight. They were small and pointed like needles.
Dr. Schwick suddenly felt a warm glow emanate from the cross hidden under his shirt. At the same time an expression of pain crossed the face of the woman and she sprang back.
She recovered, but did not attempt to come close again. Instead, she looked at him half fearfully and with a new respect.
Until then the doctor had not spoken. Now his
