WHERE SHOULD SHE GO?
Mary Malone's lips set in a firm line.
"It's the truth! It's the truth!" she panted over and over, and now that there was no one to hear, she found that she could say it quite plainly.

As the sense of her outraged womanhood swept over her she grew almost delirious.

"I hope you killed him, Dannie Micnoun," she raved.
"I hope you killed him, for if you didn't, I will.

Oh! Oh!" She was almost suffocating with rage.

The only thing clear to her was that she never again would live an hour with Jimmy Malone.