I don't know how I did it, but the beastly thing jumped at me and I just stabbed him and killed him, and I am glad," she nodded many times and repeated, "I am glad.""So I gather - I found the dog and now perhaps you'll explain why I didn't find you?"Again she hesitated and he felt that she was hiding something from him.
"I don't know why you didn't find me," she said; "I was there.""How did you get out?"
"How did you get out?" she challenged him boldly.
"I got out through the door," he confessed; "it seems a ridiculously commonplace way of leaving but that's the only way Icould see."
"And that's how I got out," she answered, with a little smile.
"But it was locked."
She laughed.
"I see now," she said; "I was in the cellar.I heard your key in the lock and bolted down the trap, leaving those awful scissors behind.I thought it was Kara with some of his friends and then the voices died away and I ventured to come up and found you had left the door open.So - so I - "These queer little pauses puzzled T.X.There was something she was not telling him.Something she had yet to reveal.
"So I got away you see," she went on."I came out into the kitchen; there was nobody there, and I passed through the area door and up the steps and just round the corner I found a taxicab, and that is all."She spread out her hands in a dramatic little gesture.
"And that is all, is it?" said T.X.
"That is all," she repeated; "now what are you going to do?"T.X.looked up at the ceiling and stroked his chin.
"I suppose that I ought to arrest you.I feel that something is due from me.May I ask if you were sleeping in the bed downstairs?""In the lower cellar?" she demanded, - a little pause and then, "Yes, I was sleeping in the cellar downstairs."There was that interval of hesitation almost between each word.
"What are you going to do?" she asked again.
She was feeling more sure of herself and had suppressed the panic which his sudden appearance had produced in her.He rumpled his hair, a gross imitation, did she but know it, of one of his chief's mannerisms and she observed that his hair was very thick and inclined to curl.She saw also that he was passably good looking, had fine grey eyes, a straight nose and a most firm chin.
"I think," she suggested gently, "you had better arrest me.""Don't be silly," he begged.
She stared at him in amazement.
"What did you say?" she asked wrathfully.
"I said 'don't be silly,'" repeated the calm young man.
"Do you know that you're being very rude?" she asked.
He seemed interested and surprised at this novel view of his conduct.
"Of course," she went on carefully smoothing her dress and avoiding his eye, "I know you think I am silly and that I've got a most comic name.""I have never said your name was comic," he replied coldly; "Iwould not take so great a liberty."
"You said it was 'weird' which was worse," she claimed.
"I may have said it was 'weird,"' he admitted, "but that's rather different to saying it was 'comic.' There is dignity in weird things.For example, nightmares aren't comic but they're weird.""Thank you," she said pointedly.
"Not that I mean your name is anything approaching a nightmare."He made this concession with a most magnificent sweep of hand as though he were a king conceding her the right to remain covered in his presence."I think that Belinda Ann - ""Belinda Mary," she corrected.
"Belinda Mary, I was going to say, or as a matter of fact," he floundered, "I was going to say Belinda and Mary.""You were going to say nothing of the kind," she corrected him.
"Anyway, I think Belinda Mary is a very pretty name.""You think nothing of the sort."
She saw the laughter in his eyes and felt an insane desire to laugh.
"You said it was a weird name and you think it is a weird name, but I really can't be bothered considering everybody's views.Ithink it's a weird name, too.I was named after an aunt," she added in self-defence.
