Mrs. Ducharme returned to the temple at an early hour the next morning. Sommers saw her mumbling to herself as she came across the park. Before she knocked, he opened the door; she started back in fear of the sombre, bearded face with the blood-shot eyes that seemed lying in wait for her.
"Is the missus at home?" she murmured, drawing back from the door.
"Come in," the doctor ordered.
As soon as she entered, Sommers locked the door.
"Now," he said quietly, pointing to a chair, "the whole story and no lies."
The woman looked at the doctor and trembled; then she edged toward the inner door. Sommers locked this, flung the key on the table, and pointed again to the chair.
"What did you tell her yesterday?" he demanded.
Mrs. Ducharme began an incoherent tale about her head hurting her, about the sin which the "healer" commanded her to rid her conscience of. Sommers interrupted her.
"Answer my questions. Did you threaten her?"
The woman nodded her head.