One of the men present had flung himself against this communicating door.

Immediately they all crowded into the adjoining room.

It was empty and bitterly cold and wet.

An open window explained why, and possibly the letter lying on the bureau inscribed with her husband's name would explain the rest.

But he stopped to read no letters now.
"Show me the way to those falls," he cried, pocketing the letter as he rushed by the disheveled Anitra into the open hall.