There was something compelling about her, something in her pale, distraught face that commanded the respectful surrender of the crowd.

They made a passage for her, through which she passed hurriedly.
"Mrs.Collins--Ward's sister!" said Britz aloud.
The words penetrated the serried ranks of creditors like an electric spark.

Instantly their attitude changed.

Closing in on her, they forced her against the door of the office as though she were a lay figure.

All their better instincts, all their upbringing was forgotten in the inarticulate fury aroused by her presence.
She stood, palpitant, a dull stare in her eyes, her frame throbbing violently.
"Where's your brother ?" someone broke the silence.