She was kneeling at the bedside, her face buried on the breast of the dead man.
"Alixe," he said, but his voice broke in spite of him, and he went to her and touched her.
Very tenderly he raised her head, looked into her eyes, then quietly turned away.
Outside the door he met Lorraine.
"Don't go in," he murmured.
She looked fearfully up into his face.
"Yes," he said, "she was shot through the body."
Then he closed the door and turned the key on the outside, leaving the dead to the dead.