We went through a little gate.
Sellers rang the bell.
The woman who opened the door had been crying until she had realized crying wouldn’t do her any good. Now she was in the dazed condition of trying to adjust herself to a whole new set of circumstances on which she hadn’t figured.
“Know this man?” Sellers asked.
She shook her head.
“I’m sorry to intrude,” Sellers said, “but we want to come in.”
Mrs. Fulton stood to one side and held the door open for us.
“Where are the children?” Sellers asked.
“One of the neighbours came and took them,” she said. “I guess it’s better to have them out of the house, what with the way people have been trooping in here and everything.”
Sellers said, “I guess so. We won’t stay long.”