There was a commotion of voices and running feet.

Jeff, still with that awful look in his eyes, stood still.
"You will miss your train," he said.
"What are you going to do ?" she reiterated.
He smiled--a grim, dreadful smile.

"I am going to see you off.

You can go now.

Your friend Chesyl can follow by the next train--when I have done with him." He had the key in his hand.