CHAPTER XXXVIII
When Rush and Mrs. Balfame reached the jail sitting-room she mechanically removed her heavy hat and veil and sank into a chair.
"Is it true that Anna is dead?"
Her voice was as toneless as the district attorney's had been.
"Yes—and we can only be grateful."
"And she did that for me—for me. How strange! How very, very strange!"
"It has been done before in the history of the world." Rush too was very tired.
"But a woman—"