"Get away! Oh, my God!" breathed the girl.
Hal walked over to her, his heart wrung with pity.
"Why did you come here to kill my father, Milly?" he asked.
She stooped to pick up the "Happy Lady" clipping from the floor.
"That's why," she said.
"Good God!" said Hal. "Have you been taking that—those pills?"
"Taking 'em? Yes, and believing in 'em, till I found out it was all damned lies. And your fine and noble and honest 'Clarion' advertises the lies just as your fine and noble and honest father makes the pills. They're no good. Do you get that? And when I came here and told your father he'd got to help me out of my trouble, what do you think he told me? That I'd lost my job at the factory!"
"Who is the man, Milly?"
"What business is that of yours?"
"I'll go after him and see that he marries you if it takes—"