West glanced aside at the face of his unconscious companion, deciding quickly to venture a chance shot.
"Were you expecting a caller last night ?" he asked calmly.
Coolidge wheeled about, startled out of his self-control.
"A caller! Of course not.

What put that in your head ?" "Because I had one, in that room you say you always occupied.

The visitor vanished as soon as I was seen, and the thought occurred to me just now that you might have been the one sought." "Perfectly absurd, West.

You must have had a night-mare.

What did she look like ?" "Oh, I only had a glimpse in the moon-light; resembled a ghost more than anything else." "And just about what it was," with a laugh of relief.