She nodded feebly.
"Something--is wrong!" she faltered at last. "Come!"
She turned away, still with one hand holding on to the wall. She
evidently wished me to follow her.
"One moment," I said. "Wait while I put something on."
I turned back into my room and wrapped my dressing-gown around me. Then I
followed her along the corridor. She led the way to the room which had
been occupied by Leslie Guest. Outside the door she hesitated. She turned
and faced me abruptly. She was white to the lips. Her appearance was
horrible.
"I dare not go in!" she moaned. "I have been a nurse for fifteen years,
and I have never known anything like this!"
"Like what?" I asked, bewildered. "What is it that has happened?"
She shivered, but she did not answer me. I was beginning to feel
impatient.
"Are you hysterical?" I asked. "I wish you would try and tell me what is
the matter."
"Go in," she answered; "go in, and see--if you can see anything."
I opened the door and entered. The room was dimly lit by a lamp, placed
on the table near the window.
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