“No cause for fear when she tells one that she might commit a murder; that a hundred thousand people might see her do it, and that not by any possibility could the crime be brought home to her!”
“Perhaps she exaggerates a little.”
“Do you think that she can hear?”
The old lady glanced round in the direction of the bedroom door.
“You should know better than I. Perhaps it would be as well to say nothing which you would not like her to hear.”
“But I must tell someone. It frightens me. She says it is a dream she had.”
“I don’t think, if I were you, I would pay much attention to a dream.”
The old lady rose from her seat. I did not altogether like her manner. She came and stood in front of me, rubbing her hands, nervously, one over the other. She certainly seemed considerably disturbed.
