I wish to see if she is really insane.

You will at least allow me this satisfaction." And while we were in altercation, Elma, with the pencil in her fingers, tried to write, but by reason of her hands being bound so closely was unable.

At length, however, after several attempts, she succeeded in printing in uneven capitals the response: "I know you.

You were on the yacht.

I thought they killed you." The thin-faced old woman saw her response--a reply that was surely rational enough--and her brows contracted with displeasure.
"Why are you here ?" I wrote, not allowing the sister to get sight of my question.
In response, she wrote painfully and laboriously: "I am condemned for a crime I did not commit.