"
"Mrs. Sommers," said Betty, "will you please step out of my way?"
"Honey, for heaven's sake think a minute before you go down and face that
man. He's dangerous. When I opened the door and seen him, I tell you the
shivers went up my back."
"Is he thin? Is he pale?" cried Betty Neal. "How did he get away? Did he
escape? Did they parole him? Did they pardon him? Did he--"
"Let me get down!" she cried.
Mrs. Sommers flung away from the door.
"Then go and marry your man-killer!"
But Betty Neal was already clattering down the stairs. Half way to the
bottom her strength and courage ebbed suddenly from her; she went on with
short steps, and when at last she closed the parlor door behind her, she
was staring as if she looked at a ghost.
Yet Vic Gregg was not greatly changed--a little thinner perhaps, and just
now he certainly did not have his usual color. The moment she appeared he
jumped to his feet as if he had heard a shot, and now he stood with his
feet braced a little to meet a shock, one hand twitching and playing
nervously with the embroidered cloth on the table.
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