Even now he could see little of the figure in the corner, for his silk hat was drawn down over his eyes.
"Is that you, Barnes ?" he asked.
There came not the slightest response.

Then for the first time the hideous meaning of those farewell words of hers broke in upon his brain.
Had she meant it?
Had she known or guessed?
He leaned forward and touched the white-gloved hand.

He raised it and let go.

It fell like a dead, inert thing.

He stepped back and confronted the cabman, who was rubbing his eyes.
"There's something wrong with your fare, cabby," he said.
The cabby raised the trap door, looked down, and descended heavily on to the pavement.
"Well, I'm blowed!" he said.