“I understand perfectly,” Netta gulped. “Minerva.”
“I’m sure you do!”
As soon as she decently could, Netta left the Infirmary and drove home at rocket speed.
The first thing she had to do was to sober up Beau, who’d been drinking like a fish since coming home from the bank. Lenore could be tackled after that. Beau would sober up fast enough when she got through the fog with the news of reprieve. Lenore would be a more difficult subject.
But Minerva stayed on quite a while, even sewed a little. When Willis drove her away, she waved from the window of the Rolls to a contented, gracious Alice Groves on the Infirmary steps.
4
Henry Conner was in jail.
He could hardly believe it.
Two uniformed cops had escorted him up the steps and taken him into a room and closed a door. The door had been locked and Henry saw bars on the windows. They hadn’t let him talk, and they’d ignored his shout, “Call Lawyer Balcomb!”
Presently, as he paced in the room, the door was unlocked and different officers, men he knew only by sight, said, “This way.”