He found Natalie in bed, with Madeleine in
attendance, and he learned that her physician had just gone.
He felt that he could not talk to her just then. She had a morbid
interest in horrors, and with the sights of that night fresh in
his mind he could not discuss them. He stopped, however, in her
doorway.
"I'm glad you are resting," he said, "Better stay in bed to-day.
It's been a shock."
"Resting! I've been frightfully ill."
"I'm sorry, my dear. I'll come in again on my way out."
"Clay!"
He turned in the doorway.
"Is it all gone? Everything?"
"Practically. Yes."
"But you were insured?"
"I'll tell you about that later. I haven't given it much thought
yet. I don't know just how we stand."
"I shall never let Graham go back to it again. I warn you. I've
been lying here for hours, thinking that it might have happened as
easily as not while he was there."
He hardly listened. He had just remembered Anna.
"I left a girl here last night, Natalie," he said.
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