“‘Nicholas,’ I said, ‘don’t be silly; nobody would come away from a boat on a night like this. Besides, he’s gone away.’ We had that last made up. But he pushed me back again. Then I heard father move behind us, and I thought—he’s going to die of fright right now. But father’s footsteps came on across the floor and up to my side.”
“‘Don’t do that, Nicholas,’ he told him; ‘take your hand from my daughter.’ He swayed a little, his lips shook, but he stood facing him. It was father!” Her voice died away, and she was silent for a moment, gazing at the vision of that unsuspected and surprising courage. “Of course Nicholas killed him,” she added. “He twisted him away and father died. That didn’t matter,” she told Woolfolk; “but the other was terribly important, anyone can see that.”
John Woolfolk listened intently, but there was no sound from without. Then, with every appearance of leisure, he rolled and lighted a cigarette.
“Splendid!” he said of her recital; “and I don’t doubt you’re right about the important thing.” He moved toward her, holding out his hand. “Splendid! But we must go on—the man is waiting for you.”
“It’s too late,” she responded indifferently. She redirected her thoughts to her parent’s enthralling end. “Do you think a man as brave as that should lie on the floor?” she demanded. “A flag,” she added obscurely, considering an appropriate covering for the still form.
“No, not on the floor,” Woolfolk instantly responded. He bent and, lifting the body of Lichfield Stope, carried it into the hall, where, relieved at the opportunity to dispose of his burden, he left it in an obscure corner.
Iscah Nicholas was stirring again. John Woolfolk waited, gazing up the stair, but the other progressed no more than a step. Then he returned to Millie.
“Come,” he said. “No time to lose.” He took her arm and exerted a gentle pressure toward the door.
“I explained that it was too late,” she reiterated, evading him. “Father really lived, but I died. ‘Swamp of souls,’” she added in a lower voice. “Someone said that, and it’s true; it happened to me.”
“The man waiting for you will be worried,” he suggested. “He depends absolutely on your coming.”