You'd better send for them." And soon afterward he hurried away.
But just as Ethel was rising to go to the telephone, there was a ring at the door.

She opened it, and a tall man, rather stooped, with iron grey hair and moustache, a lean but rather heavy face and deep-set impassive eyes, came in and said: "I'm Joe's partner--Nourse, you know.

How is it going?
Better ?" "She's dead." "God!" With that low exclamation, she thought she saw a gleam of shock but then of triumph come in his eyes.

He went into Joe's room, and closed the door; and with a mingling of relief and of sharp hostility she felt at once how she was shut out.

Who was she but a stranger now?
She thought of Amy, and with a quick cry Ethel began to walk up and down in a scared hunted fashion.