"Hmm. Why bring this up all of a sudden?" Dylan looked doubtful at Curtis, wondering why he suddenly mentioned it.
"Actually, I saw that girl that night."
"You saw her?" Dylan's eyes glowed.
Curtis nodded. He thought carefully before replying, "when the backyard caught fire that night, I was so anxious to know you were in the pavilion. Flames and smoke billowed everywhere. When I rushed there, I saw a small figure pulling you towards a safer place. It was a girl, a few years younger than you. She wrapped her coat over you, probably to protect you from being hurt by the fire. Just then, I heard the voice of some servants. Maybe she didn't want to be seen, she picked up her coat and hurried left through the back door."
The pupils of Dylan's eyes contracted.
So, Curtis was the only person who saw the girl.
"Did you see her clearly?" He was so nervous that his palms were all cold and sweating.