She left the room.
Clare, pinning on her hat, stared critically at herself in the inadequate mirror.
"I think," she said confidentially, "we did that rather well."
She smiled. The cynical lips smiled back at her.
"You beast!" cried Clare, with sudden passion. "You beast! You beast!"
She was still staring at herself when Alwynne came for her.
CHAPTER XXVI
Clare Hartill's precautions proved to be unnecessary as the alarms of her colleagues. The inquest was a formal and quickly concluded affair, and the only corollary to the verdict of accidental death was an expression of sympathy with all concerned.