“Shestoodforsometimelookingatme，inthatdullstrangewaythatshehas。TheservantsatWindygatesalwayssaidshewasnotinherrightmind——andyouwillsay，SirPatrick，whenyouhearwhathappened，thattheservantswerenotmistaken。Shemustbemad。Isaid，’Don’tyourememberme？’Sheliftedherslate，andwrote，’Irememberyou，inadeadswoonatWindygatesHouse。’I
wasquiteunawarethatshehadbeenpresentwhenIfaintedinthelibrary。Thediscoverystartledme——orthatdreadful，dead-coldlookthatshehasinhereyesstartledme——Idon’tknowwhich。I
couldn’tspeaktoherjustatfirst。Shewroteonherslateagain——thestrangestquestion——inthesewords：’Isaid，atthetime，broughttoitbyaman。DidIsaytrue？’Ifthequestionhadbeenputintheusualway，byanybodyelse，Ishouldhaveconsideredittooinsolenttobenoticed。Canyouunderstandmyansweringit，SirPatrick？Ican’tunderstanditmyself，now——andyetIdidanswer。Sheforcedmetoitwithherstonyeyes。Isaid’yes。’“
“Didallthistakeplaceatthedoor？“
“Atthedoor。“