It was more than likely that John had now reached a state of mind when he could carry this deadly thing about with him for use upon himself. It was such a simple, convenient mode of exit from the world. As the door of the safe yielded to the key, she had a thrill of pure fright. This new hypothesis had a touch of inevitability that appalled her. But the fear instantly passed. There, in the place in which she had last seen it, was the gun-metal case.
A careful examination told her that as far as she could learn the apparatus was in working order. She took it accordingly to the drawing room and set it on the chimneypiece in a place easily accessible, behind a charming Wedgewood vase. Next it was a pretty little French clock which soon chimed half past three.
She then took up a piece of needlework and began with skilful fingers to weave a mosaic of colored silks. All too soon, however, she discovered that she was not quite superhuman. After five minutes or so she was compelled to put it down. Every nerve in her body was in a state of mutiny.
Several books from the circulating library were on a small table near her hand. The first she took up was entitled New Uses for the Will: a translation from the Chinese of Lien Weng. Involuntarily her glance strayed towards the chimneypiece and the Wedgewood vase. The coincidence made her shiver.
She set the book down as if it had been a live coal. Then she got up and began feverishly to pace the room.
