More Lives Than One. Carolyn Wells

and the men were working fast. Mr. Barham was completely bowled over, wasn’t he? I can’t get his face out of my mind.”

      “Yes, and he took it like a man,” Doctor Gannett said. “I have had to tell many a man that his wife was dead, and I never saw a braver attitude. And he loved her—you could tell that the way he looked at her. I could.”

      Then the police, by rather slow degrees, dismissed the waiting guests, and the Clowns, the Knights, the Juliets and the Winters with their cloaks drawn about their gaudy array, went out into the quiet Square.

      “Do you want to stay here all night, Miss Vallon?” Hutchins asked, kindly. “Would you rather keep the young lady here? I must tell you that I have to question her to-morrow morning—sorry, but it can’t be helped.”

      “Oh, no, indeed!” Kate cried. “I wouldn’t stay here for anything! I never want to enter this house again! But I will take Miss Cutler home with me, and you may see her at my house whenever you wish.”

      Hutchins agreed to this, and Henry Post, looking very weary, came to escort the two girls home.

      “I’m about all in,” he admitted; “I never was so done up.”

      “What do you think—” Kate began.

      “I’m too tired to think at all,” he returned, and they went home in almost complete silence.