"Lemme go! Lemme go!" she shrieked, pawing at him.
"Quiet," he bade her. "What is it, Emily?"
"Oh, Mr. Hale!" she cried, recognizing him and clutching at his shoulder. "Don't let it get me!"
"Nothing's going to hurt you. Tell me about it."
"It's the Death," she shuddered.
The man's face changed. "Here?" he said. "In this block?"
"Don't you go," she besought. "Don't you go, Mr. Hale. You'll get it."
"Where is it? Answer me at once."
"First-floor front," sobbed the girl. "Mrs. Schwarz."
"Don't wait for me," said the minister to Hal. "In fact you'd better leave the place. Good-day."