three friends. The ground sank under Susie’s feet, she felt horribly ill, and she fainted. When she awoke, seeming difficultly to emerge from an eternal night, Arthur was holding down her head.
“Bend down,” he said. “Bend down.”
All that had happened came back to her, and she burst into tears. Her self-control deserted her, and, clinging to him for protection, she sobbed as though her heart would break. She was shaken from head to foot. The strangeness of this last horror had overcome her, and she could have shrieked with fright.
“It’s all right,” he said. “You need not be afraid.”
“Oh, what does it mean?”
“You must pluck up courage. We’re going now to Skene.”
She sprang to her feet, as though to get away from him; her heart beat wildly.
“No, I can’t; I’m frightened.”
“We must see what it means. We have no time to lose, or the morning will be upon us before we get back.”
Then she sought to prevent him.
“Oh, for God’s sake, don’t go, Arthur. Something awful may await you there. Don’t risk your life.”
“There is no danger. I tell you the man is dead.”
“If anything happened to you . . .”
She stopped, trying to restrain her sobs; she dared not go on. But he seemed to know what was in her mind.
