“Don’t you see?” she asked him eagerly. “They’re warring together, Daniel trying to escape from Hell House, his father doing everything he can to prevent it by trying to turn me against Daniel, trying to make me believe that Daniel means me harm, when he doesn’t. When all he wants is—” She stopped so quickly that Fischer’s eyes narrowed. “Wants what?” he asked. “My help.” “That’s not what you were going to say.” “Yes, it was. I’m the only one who can help. I’m the only one he trusts. Don’t you see?” Fischer eyed her guardedly. “I hope I do,”
