'I don't quite know myself; I didn't stop to look.'
'Let me go and see.'
'It's Miss Casata and--a man.'
'A man? What man?'
'I can't say; I only saw it was a man. They're lying on the bed--so still. Oh, Letty!'
'May!'
Miss Broad was probably wholly unaware that she had called her companion by her Christian name. The unknown horror in the other room had laid its grip on her. She was overcome by frightful imaginings, not knowing why. She gasped out an unfinished question.
'You don't mean--'
'I don't know what I mean. I only know that there's something there.'
The two girls had been speaking in whispers, as if they stood in a presence which compelled hushed voices. Now, suddenly, Miss Bewicke raised her tones, extending her small palm towards the door through which they had entered.