There was another pause, then Douglas started slowly out of the lot.
“Wait a minute,” called Jim, as though the words had been wrung from him. The pastor came back with a question in his eyes.
“I lied to you.”
“She's NOT well, then?”
“Oh, yes, she's well enough. It ain't that; it's about her being happy.”
“She isn't?” There was a note of unconscious exultation in his voice.
“No. She AIN'T happy here, and she WAS happy WITH YOU.”
“Then, why did she leave me?”
“I don't know. She wasn't goin' ter do it at first. Somethin' must a-happened afterwards, somethin' that you an' me didn't know about.”
“We WILL know about it, Jim. Where is she?” His quick eye searched the lot. His voice had regained it's old command. He felt that he could conquer worlds.