"You haven't been to Toronto and back in this time?"
"I've been to Rochester and back," he snapped. "She got out there, waited most of this infernal night and took the first return train."
"Came back?"
"Isn't that what I'm saying?" For Himself to speak that way to me showed he was riled something dreadful. "She got off at Rochester and stayed round in the depot—didn't see anyone, or speak to anyone, or send a phone, or a wire. She got a train back at three, we followed her and saw her go up the steps of her own apartment."
"Why—what do you make of it?"
He shrugged:
"Only one of two things. She either changed her mind or saw she was being shadowed."
[CHAPTER VI]
JACK TELLS THE STORY
This chapter in our composite story falls to me, not because I can write it better but because I was present at that strange interview which changed the whole face of the Harland case. Even now I can feel the tightening of the muscles, the horrified chill, as we learned, in one of the most unexpected and startling revelations ever made in a lawyer's office, the true significance of the supposed suicide.