He turned his head, and I saw a smile move athwart his features.
"Well, we've found it, Bill!" said he.
I was drawing near to him.
"That scream?" I said. "Who gave that terrible scream?"
"Terrible? It didn't sound terrible to me," smiled Milton Rhodes. "Fact is, Bill, I'd like to hear it again."
"What on earth are you talking about?"
"'Tis so."
"Who was it? Or what was it?"
"Why, the angel herself!" he told me.
"Where is she now?"