Bill breathed more comfortably. He turned to Mary Wayne.
"Everything's all right, I guess," he said.
"You think so?" she inquired icily. "You are easily reassured, Mr. Marshall."
Bill shrugged.
"Oh, well; I'm sorry it happened, of course. I guess I'd better go back to the party, perhaps."
Not that he wanted to go back to the party; he simply wanted to get away from those awful eyes of Mary Wayne.
"There will be no need for you to do that," she said. "Everybody is going. Everything is ruined! Everything—oh, how could you?"
"I'll take a look around, anyhow," he said.
She reached forth a hand and seized him by the sleeve.