There was no further inaction. A trunk was packed, and Mrs. Porter accompanied the traveler as far as Portland, spending the night again at the hotel where she had left her belongings; and Miss Barry pursued her sad journey.
Henry Radcliffe met her at the station in Chicago; and when they were in the motor Miss Barry turned to him with dim eyes.
"What was the matter with Lambert?"
His pale face looked excited and sleepless.
"You haven't seen the papers?"
"No. My head ached and I didn't read them. What do you mean?" Her voice grew tense.
"Barry & Co. have gone to pieces."
"What do I care for that? Lambert! My brother! Tell me of him!"
"But it carried a lot of innocent ones down in the crash."
"Oh, my poor brother! What of him, Henry? Tell me. Tell me."