CHAPTER VI
THE WOMAN SPEAKS
"Ssssh!" said the woman under her breath, as she clutched Durkin's arm.
He shook her hand off, impatiently, although the act seemed at cross-purposes with his own will.
"But you—here!" he still gasped.
"Oh, Jim!" she half-moaned, inadequately. Yet an aura of calmness seemed to surround her. So great was his own excitement that the words burst from him of their own will, apparently, and sounded like the utterance of a voice not his own.
"What's it mean! How'd you get here?"
He could hear her shuddering, indrawn sigh.
"What, in the name of heaven, do you want in here? Why don't you speak?"