Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER III LOST DAYS AND THE DOCTOR IT was ridiculous to endeavour to force a side of-beef through so small a door; but was it a side-of-beef ? No, it was a bed. Why not take out a feather? Was it really a feather-bed? Why should a feather-bed wear a print-dress, a white apron, cuffs and a cap? Of course it was a woman. Beresford gazed fixedly at the figure in the doorway. Yes, it was unquestionably a woman; but why was she there, looking down critically at him lying in bed? Did she want him to get up? He closed his eyes wearily. His head felt very strange. Presently he opened his eyes again. Yes; it certainly was a woman, and she was looking down at him. Who are you? Where am I? he murmured as he gazed vacantly about the room. What has happened?
Hush! you mustn’t talk, was the response. When he looked again there was only a white door with yellow mouldings occupying the space where the woman in the print-dress had stood. She herself had vanished. It was so stupid of her torun away when spoken to?so like a woman, too, to baulk a natural curiosity. What did it all mean? Why had he thought the woman a side-of-beef, then a feather-bed? What was she there for? Why did he appear to be floating about in space? Why did his whole body feel numbed, yet tingling? Suddenly he remembered the previous day’s adventures, the Rain-Girl, the dinner, Pan, and the concertina. He must get up at once, or she might be gone. He must see her again. He struggled into a sitting posture, then fell back suddenly. He had no strength. What did it all mean? The door opened and the woman in the print- dress reappeared. Where’s the Rain-Girl? he demanded before she had time to close the door behind her, and what’s the time?
It’s eleven o'clock, and you must lie still, or …
