Chapter 32

“What do you mean, Mrs. Petrie? _Who_ is here?” She looked up at me, and for all her pallor I knew how beautiful she was. I thought that if those strange, wonderful eyes had beckoned to me before I had known Rima, I should have followed wherever they led. She was, indeed, very lovely, and very terrified; and: “It seems like madness,” she whispered; “but about this I can _never_ be mistaken. If I had not seen, I should have felt. But I _saw_.” “Do you understand, Greville,” Petrie interrupted tersely, “my wife saw—I…