That night, at eight o'clock, Nan went over to ask if Raven had come home, and finding he had not, loitered back to her own gate and waited. She could not go in. If she kept her mind on him, he might come. And presently he came. She walked to meet him and put her hand through his arm. He was walking firmly, but he looked "all in."
"Come," she said. "Supper's waiting."
"No," said Raven, "not yet. I got a fellow to bring me back from the street. Dick said you'd been over."
"Yes," said Nan. "I was horribly worried. Where's Tenney?"
"Gone."
"Where?"
"To jail. He had Martin take him to a man he knew about at the street. Sworn in special constable in the War. Had him telephone the sheriff. Then I got there. Had to inquire round, to find out where he'd gone. When I went in, Tenney was sitting there telling the sheriff he'd killed his child. Sheriff asked what for. Said he had to do it. Then I came in and he began to ask me questions about the Lord Jesus Christ."
"But, Rookie," said Nan, "he didn't. He couldn't. Tira told me she——"
"Yes," said Raven heavily. "You may be called to testify."
"But when he asked that," said Nan, "about——" she hesitated.