They might have waited till her trial was over; they should suffer for their impatience, it was their turn.

So angry was Rachel that her own room wounded her with no memories of the past.

It was an empty room, and nothing more; and only on her return to the lower floor did that last dread night come back to her in all its horror and all its pitifulness.
The double doors of the late professor! Rachel forgot her grudge against his widow; she pulled the outer door, and pushed the inner one, just as she had done in the small hours of that fatal morning, but this time all was darkness within.

She had to put on the electric light for herself.
The necessity she could not have explained, but it existed in her mind; she must see the room again.

And the first thing she saw was that the window was broken still.
Rachel looked at it more closely than she had done on the morning when she had given her incriminating opinion to the police, and the longer she looked the less reason did she see to alter that opinion.