Agnes looked up at the small window. It was still dark outside. How long had she been here? Was this the same night she had met David Drummond. Or, could she have been up here for a full twenty-four hours?
Her head was still hurting. Though it wasn"t quite as bad as it had been earlier, it was still very painful. Nevertheless she needed to find out where she was. But it was still so black in here. Perhaps there was a light switch somewhere. Very carefully, she swung her legs over the sofa or whatever it was she was lying on, and rose to her feet. She would have to step very carefully. If this was some kind of a storeroom, there could be things lying around the floor. First of all, she would have to find a wall. From there, maybe she could feel her way around the room until she found a lig
