Chuck

Yeah.

Here we go.

I'm at pains to mention this because to the general view, it may explain that though I am as a rule so excellent a sleeper that the extinction of my light on getting into bed is apparently contemporaneous with being called on the following morning.

I slept very badly.

He could have said I sleep great.

Yeah, I agree.

I slept very badly on my first night in the Villa Cascana.

It may also explain the fact that when I did sleep, if it was indeed in sleep that I saw what I thought I saw, I dreamed in a very vivid and original manner.

Original, that is to say, in the sense that something that, as far as I knew, had never been previously entered into my consciousness, usurped it then.

But since, in addition to this evil premonition, certain words and events occurring during the rest of the day

might have suggested something of what I thought happened that night that will be well to relate them.

Are you kidding?

After lunch, then, I went around the house with Mrs. Stanley, and during our tour, she referred, it is true, to the unoccupied bedroom on the first floor, which opened out of the room where we had lunched.

A little more mapping going on.

Do you want to read her voice?

Sure.

All right.

And I imagine this guy at this point is like, oh, God, lady, just can I go to my room?

Got a crossword puzzle to do.

You want to take it from there?