But she had the presence of mind to grab the girl's arm just as she, too, was running out into the street--with the haste, I suppose, of despair and to keep I don't know what tragic tryst.
"You stopped her with your own hand, Mrs.Fyne," I said.

"I presume she meant to get away.

That girl is no comedian--if I am any judge." "Yes! I had to use some force to drag her in." Mrs.Fyne had no difficulty in stating the truth.

"You see I was in the very act of letting myself out when these two appeared.

So that, when that unpleasant young man ran off, I found myself alone with Flora.