"Well, I'll nose about."
"It won't do you any good."
"You don't know this Roland woman?"
"Never saw her before in my life."
"Then you saw her?" quickly.
"Go ahead and see what you can find," said Mathison, curtly.
The infernal beauty of her! It would haunt him as long as he lived. The strength of those beautiful hands! This havoc all inside of an hour! Mathison lighted his pipe.
Murphy did not touch anything. He seemed to be thinking rather than observing. By and by he went to the window, opened it, and stepped outside. He was absent perhaps ten minutes. He came back, stamped the snow from his shoes, and put away the pocket-lamp.
"Find anything?"