"
Anna nodded. She was faint and dizzy, and the car seemed to creep
along. It was twenty minutes after eleven when she got out. The
conductor leaned down after her, hanging to the handrail.
"Good luck to you!" he said. "And you'd better get a better face
on you than that. It's enough to send you up, on suspicion!"
She hardly heard him. She began to run, and again she said over
and over her little inarticulate prayer. She knew the Spencer
house. More than once she had walked past it, on Sunday afternoons,
for the sheer pleasure of seeing Graham's home. Well, all that was
over now. Everything was over, unless -
The Spencer house was dark, save for a low light in the hall. A
new terror seized her. Suppose Graham saw her. He might not
believe her story. He might think it a ruse to see his father.
But, as it happened, Clayton had sent the butler to bed, and
himself answered the bell from the library.
He recognized her at once, and because he saw the distress on her
face he brought her in at once.
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