There was sheer panic in her eyes. “What am I going to do now? How am I going to — good heavens, there won’t be any monthly income at all! There won’t be — there won’t...!”
“Take it easy,” Sellers said.
“Those policies,” I asked, “were they straight life insurance?”
“Yes. They provided for double indemnity in case anything happened to him. You know, in case he died in an automobile accident or anything of that sort. Until he took them out I hadn’t been able to sleep nights wondering what would happen to the children and me in case anything should — well, then it was a load off my mind — and now they won’t pay.”
“That’s right,” Sellers said, “they don’t pay off in case of suicide. Not when it’s within one year.”
There was silence for a moment, then Sellers said, “I’m awfully sorry, Mrs. Fulton, but you’re going to have to take a little ride with me. You’re going to have to go to see a person.”
“Well, if I have to, I have to,” she said. Her voice sounded as though she welcomed the chance to get away.
“You can leave the house all right?”
“Yes, I’ll just lock up. The children are over at the neighbours’.”
“Okay,” Sellers said. “Get ready and come on.”