II

She led me into the house and through two of the rooms into a third

before we paused. The transition from sunlight to darkness had been too

rapid for my eyes, so that, for some moments I could only stand

ridiculously in the middle of the room. I was conscious of the presence

of a third person--intensely conscious--and exceedingly uncomfortable.

My conductor busied herself pushing forward a chair which, fortunately,

she placed under the shuttered window. To this I stumbled.

"You are a lawyer?" asked a voice from the darkness.

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