Hazel watched him ride away and after a little become at one with the moonlit landscape. She walked back to the house. She felt that she was taking enormous strides. In reality she was stepping short and staggering badly. She went into the kitchen. She closed the door, dropped the bar into place and fell into the nearest chair.
"My God!" she said aloud, "I wonder what will happen next?"
CHAPTER TWENTY
A DISCOVERY
"I tell you I ain't satisfied," nagged the district attorney.
"Say something new," growled that amiable person, Felix Craft.
"If you fellers weren't blinded by a pretty face, you'd see it like I do."
"The girl said those cartridges were for her own personal use," pointed out Sam Larder, scratching a plump ear. "I believe that girl."
"You can't believe any girl most of the time," denied the district attorney.