"But you shouldn't have come in--you should n't have--" "I heard you scream.

I could n't help it.

I heard you say they were killing your father--" The girl looked anxiously toward an inner room, where Fairchild could see faintly the still figure of a man outlined under the covers of an old-fashioned four-poster.
"They--they--got him excited.

He had another stroke.

I--I could n't stand it any longer." "You 'd better get out," said Fairchild curtly to the Rodaines, with a suggestive motion toward the stairs.