"I'll tell her," the woman answered shortly. She watched him down the street. "He knows I'm lyin'," she muttered, and though the heat was unusual, she closed the door behind her.
The muffled sound of beating fists drew her to the cellarway.
"Nell—let me out! Quick! Open the door!"
Nell Beecroft took a key from her apron pocket and demanded harshly as she turned it in the lock:
"What's the matter with you, anyhow?"
Dr. Harpe stumbled blinking into the light.
"Oh-h-h!" she gasped in relief.
"You'd better stay cached." Nell Beecroft eyed, with a look of contempt, the woman for whom she had lied. "Dan Treu was here; he's got a warrant."
"I don't care—I'll not go down there!" She pinned wildly at the loosened knot of dull red hair which lay upon her shoulders. "That was fierce!" She looked in horror down the dusky cellarway.
"What ails you, Harpe?" There was no sympathy in the harsh voice.