She found him in the hall, tugging at his coat.
"Where are you going ?" she said weakly.
"Going ?" he answered fiercely.

"Where do you think ?" He glared at her.
"Just like you." He broke off, suddenly appealing to her.

"Mary, CAN'T you remember?
It will be getting dark soon, and if we have to wait until to-morrow the dog-man will have got him.

At any rate, he had his collar--" Then Mary broke out.

She burst into sobs, pushed her hand into her dress, and held out the collar to him.
"There it is! There it is!" she said hysterically.
"You've got it ?" He stared at her, suspicion slowly coming to him.