Wertenberg nodded his head vigorously. “Of
course, of course” he said and pulled back the quilts that
covered me. The restraints were quickly removed. Though
mortified by my nakedness in his presence, I was relieved
to be able to move my limbs once more and rubbed my
wrists vigorously to restore full circulation.
The window remained open and, though I was still
unclothed, I did not feel the cold. It was as if Wertenberg's
presence had warmed the room. When I looked at him
again, he was holding out a long white gown. I gratefully
accepted the garment and slipped it over my head and
down to cover my body.
On the bed, at its foot, I observed a platter with
cold meat and sliced bread. I'm sure it was not there when
Wertenberg uncovered and unbound me. Nor did I notice
it when he handed me the gown.
“I didn't see the servant girl come into the room.
Was it she who brought the food?” Frankly, I was sorry I
had not had the opportunity to look at the girl more
closely. She was extremely attractive.
“Servant girl?” Wertenberg looked amused.
“Now, Dr. Wertenberg, don't be coy. I refer to the
comely young woman you summoned to your study last
evening. Who, at your direction, delivered that fine
whiskey to us.”
“Sadly” he replied “I have no servants. I live in this
house alone.” His expression was meant to convey
puzzlement at my questions but I detected the hint of a
smile at the corners of his mouth.
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