So long." She turned abruptly and walked rapidly away.

Joan moved instinctively in the opposite direction, and after a few minutes found herself in a broad well-lighted thoroughfare.

A newsboy was shouting his wares.
"'Orrible murder of a woman.

Shockin' details.

Speshul," repeating it over and over again in a hoarse, expressionless monotone.
He was selling the papers like hot cakes; the purchasers too eager to even wait for their change.