"See"—she said.
But Stanistreet had seen enough. He rose from his knees and left her.
CHAPTER X
CIRCUMSTANTIAL EVIDENCE
Well, if she wouldn't look at him when he was alive, she might show some feeling now he's dead. (So Justice.)
She showed no feeling. That is to say, none perceptible to the eyes of Justice.
On Thursday morning she heard from Tyson. A short note: "I am more sorry than words can say. I wish I could be with you, but I'm kept in this infernal place till the beginning of next week. I hope the little man will pull through. Take care of yourself," and the usual formula.
She sat down and wrote a telegram, brutally brief, as telegrams must be. "Died yesterday. Funeral Friday, two o'clock. Can you come?"
Two hours later the answer came in one word—"Impossible." She flushed violently and set her face like a flint.