Friday’s Forgotten Book: Night Watch by Lucille Fletcher (1972)

Elaine (Vaguely, dreamily, moving to the window): The question is... the question is....What really happened that awful morning.Helga: Why, you saw that shade go up! You saw that dead man, yah.Elaine (Brooding, staring at the window): I thought I did, But did I? Did I, Helga? Did that shade go up - or was it …