"If anything has happened you will let me know, will you not?" she asked, her voice not more than a whisper. "You know what I mean. I should like to see her before——"
"Let us hope that it is nothing of that kind!" returned Lynde, his throat seeming to close over the words. "Surely God will give her time for repentance!"
[CHAPTER XXXVI.]
The drive from the residence of Andrew Pryor to the Tombs was a long one, and almost an hour had elapsed from the time of his leaving there until Lynde Pyne arrived at the big, gloomy prison.
He went at once to the official there, and told of the summons that had been sent him.
Then it was that he heard the story of what had happened.
Miss Chandler had stuck a knife through her throat!
Where she had procured it, no one was able to say, but certain it was that the deed had been done, and that she had been removed to the prison hospital.
With set face and anxious heart, Lynde made his way to that quarter that he had visited more than once in his practice, a visit that had always been attended with horror, but now a thousand times more than ever.