"It's been coming for three days."
Agatha drew in her breath with a pang. It was just three days since she began to let him go.
Milly went on. "And now he won't come out of the house. He says he's being hunted. He's afraid of being seen, being found. He's in there—in that room. He made me lock him in."
They stared at each other and at the horror that their faces took and gave back each to each.
"Oh, Aggy——" Milly cried it out in her anguish. "You will help him?"
"I can't." Agatha heard her voice go dry in her throat.
"You can't?"
Agatha shook her head.
"You mean you haven't, then?"
"I haven't. I couldn't."