"Murder! Wake
up there! Murder!"
Nobody answered to the alarm. I rose and groped my way through the
darkness to the door of the room. By that way she must have got in. By
that way she must have gone out.
The door of the room was fast locked, exactly as I had left it on going to
bed! I looked at the window. Fast locked too!
Hearing a voice outside, I opened the door. There was the landlord, coming
toward me along the passage, with his burning candle in one hand, and his
gun in the other.
"What is it?" he says, looking at me in no very friendly way.
I could only answer in a whisper, "A woman, with a knife in her hand. In
my room. A fair, yellow-haired woman. She jabbed at me with the knife,
twice over."
He lifted his candle, and looked at me steadily from head to foot. "She
seems to have missed you--twice over."
"I dodged the knife as it came down. It struck the bed each time. Go in,
and see."
The landlord took his candle into the bedroom immediately. In less than a
minute he came out again into the passage in a violent passion.
"The devil fly away with you and your woman with the knife! There isn't a
mark in the bedclothes anywhere. What do you mean by coming into a man's
place and frightening his family out of their wits by a dream?"
A dream? The woman who had tried to stab me, not a living human being like
myself? I began to shake and shiver.
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