His mouth twitched, he raised his hands.
"The money!" he cried. "The money! What did he do with that?"
"He said," the woman answered, "that he lost it—in your office; lost the money there."
After a little the old money-lender leaned far back like a man wrenched with agony. His body was contorted, his face was terrible. His dry mouth opened wide.
He screamed!
* * * * *
Halfway up the hill to my house I stopped to look back and all round. The vast hills in their snowy garments looked down upon the land, upon the house of Hazen Kinch. Still and silent and inscrutable.
I knew now that a just and brooding God dwelt among these hills.