“Polly,”—Judith’s manner compelled the hysterical girl to gain some hold on the remnant of her self-control—“you have forced this scene; I have tried to avoid it by supplying you with a way out.” She pointed to the check. “I was the first person to find Austin’s body—”
“Ah! You admit it.” Polly’s voice rose almost to a scream. “Why haven’t you told that to the police?”
“Because of my desire to shield you,” Judith stated calmly.
“To shield me!” Polly half rose, resting her weight on the arms of her chair.
“Exactly.” Judith stood up and pulled her coat about her shoulders. “In addition to my silence, I took from Austin’s body a trinket—”
“Yes, go on”—Polly watched her fascinated, as she took a step toward the door.
“Your conduct to-night forces me to use a threat.” Judith spoke in a monotone and slowly the color ebbed from Polly’s cheeks. “Unless you leave Washington within twenty-four hours, I shall give the trinket to the police.”
“What—” Polly moistened her parched lips. “What is the trinket?”
“A Mizpah locket. Good-night,” and without a backward glance Judith hurried away.