He shook his head. “I was afraid, Maggie. I’ll admit it. I should have followed you, but instead I went back to the house to get Jack.”

I let him stew for a minute or two and then said, “Forget it. You couldn’t have caught me anyway. I wasn’t Maggie Caine then.”

“Oh, Maggie, don’t start that again.”

“You mean you didn’t see any difference in me, not even in my clothes?”

“When you went out, you were wearing an old dress you must have found in one of the trunks in your house.”

“And when you found me in the graveyard?”

“You were wearing a robe. I assumed you must have slipped back into the house to get it without any of us seeing you. Or else you had it stashed away in the barn.”

“Where’s the robe now?” I asked as calmly as I could.

“Here in the hospital somewhere, I suppose. Maybe in your closet.” He looked. It wasn’t there.

“Never mind the robe. What did you do when you found the three of us—call Dr. Fowler?”

“No, Duff did.”

“Naturally.”

“He was in bed. Evidently he didn’t wake up until he heard you screaming, and then he was only a few steps behind me when I reached the graveyard. I tried mouth-­to-­mouth on Jack but it didn’t do any good. Then Duff went in and called Dr. Fowler and he sent the ambulance. Someone at the hospital must have called the state police too, because a couple of them showed up and asked us a lot of questions. It was finally decided that you had been sleepwalking.”

“You know better than that.”

“No, I don’t, Maggie. That’s exactly what it could have been. Anyway, Duff and I followed the ambulance here in my car. He stayed here for several hours, alternating between your room and Franny’s. Then, when your vital signs seemed to be improving, I took him home and suggested he get some sleep.”

“And you came back to pray over me. I wish you’d use your brains once in a while instead of your prayer book. How long was it between the time you saw me leave the house and when you found me in the graveyard?”

“Ten minutes, maybe fifteen.”

“Bullshit! I must have been gone over an hour!”

“You weren’t, Maggie, honestly.”

Could they compress time like that? My head was aching too much to think about it.

“Where’s Jack now?”

“His body is at the morgue. The coroner will have to do an autopsy, but Dr. Fowler says there won’t be any difficulties, considering Jack’s medical history.” He paused. “Duff says his father wanted to be buried in the family graveyard, Maggie.”

“Oh, my God! When was he supposed to have told Duff that?”

“Shortly after you came here from New York, Duff says.”