"When--when?" Parvis stammered.

"Yes; the date. Please try to remember."

She saw that he was growing still more afraid of her. "I have a
reason," she insisted gently.

"Yes, yes. Only I can't remember. About two months before, I
should say."

"I want the date," she repeated.

Parvis picked up the newspaper. "We might see here," he said,
still humoring her. He ran his eyes down the page. "Here it is.
Last October--the--"

She caught the words from him. "The 20th, wasn't it?" With a
sharp look at her, he verified. "Yes, the 20th. Then you DID
know?"

"I know now." Her white stare continued to travel past him.
"Sunday, the 20th--that was the day he came first."

Parvis's voice was almost inaudible. "Came HERE first?"

"Yes."

"You saw him twice, then?"

"Yes, twice." She breathed it at him with dilated eyes. "He