"Only two rooms?"
"Parlor, bedroom and bath," said somebody in the tone of a prospectus.
"You go see what you can see, Clancy," said McGarrigle to the second policeman. "Now, Mr. Herrick?"
Herrick told what he knew, and McGarrigle, his eyes resting with admiration on the extremely undraped muscles of his informant, plied him with attentive questions. Herrick's own eyes were on the engineer's steel. Would it never spring the bolt? "If only she'd cry out!" he said. "Why doesn't she make some sign?"
"You're sure 'twas him fired?"
"That shadow had no revolver."
"He's done for her, then. Els't he'd never have barricaded himself like, in there. He didn't give himself a dose, after?"
"Only the one shot."
"If there's an inquest you'll be wanted."
"All right.—But why hasn't he tried to gain time with some kind of parley—some kind of bluff?"