CHAPTER XII

I HEAR STRANGE CONFIDENCES BUT when she sat down she did not appear able to speak. Twice she opened her lips, but it seemed that no words would come. “Don’t tell me unless you want to, Mrs. McNab,” I said, pitying the poor, strained face. “You are just tired out, and I know that your hand is hurting. Do rest quietly on my bed for a little while, and I will dress it.” To my surprise, she did not resist me. She let me put her on my bed, lying silently, with closed eyes, while I dressed her hand and bandaged it freshl…