was occupying the room and he said some people
called Oldham--a Major Oldham and his wife. I
asked him then if Mrs. Oldham had very fair hair
and when he replied dryly that she was dark I
began to realize that I was probably making a fool
of myself. I pulled myself together, made some
lame explanation and we went downstairs together.
I told myself that I must have had some
kind of hallucination--and felt generally rather
ashamed and a bit of an ass.
And then--and then--Nell said, "My sister
Sylvia," and I was looking into the lovely face of
the
girl I had just seen being suffocated to death
ยท.. and I was introduced to her fiance, a tall, dark
man with a scar down the left side of his face.
Wellwthat's that. I'd like you to think and say
what you'd have done in my place. Here was the
girl--the identical girl--and here was the man I'd
seen throttling her--and they were to be married
in about a month's time ....
Had I--or had I not--had a prophetic vision of
the future? Would Sylvia and her husband come
down here to stay sometime in the future, and be
given that room (the best spare room) and would
that scene I'd witnessed take place in grim reality?
What was I to do about it? Could I do anything?
Would anyone--Neil--or the girl herself--would
they believe me?
IN A GLASS DARKLY