It seemed to do you
good."
"Yes," I said; "it brought me around at once. And then?"
"And then, as soon as you went out together, I ran to the cupboard and
looked into it. But for a moment I was confused--I saw nothing which
seemed of any importance--some bottles and decanters and glasses, a
glass tray or two, a pile of rubber gloves. I couldn't understand. I
picked up one of the gloves and looked at it, but it was just an
ordinary glove. Then farther back, I saw some others--their
finger-tips were stained with ink--and then another, lying by itself.
I looked at it, I saw the patches on the finger-tips--I saw the
stains--and then I understood. I do not know how I understood, or
why--it was like a flash of lightning, revealing everything. And then,
as I stood there, with the glove in my hand, I heard Senor Silva
returning."
She paused a moment, and I could see the shiver which ran through her
at the recollection.
"It was not that I was afraid," she said; "it was that I seemed to be
lost. I let the draperies fall, ran to the divan and sat down before
the sphere. I could think of nothing else to do. I can still see his
astonished face when he entered and found me sitting there.
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