“Don’t be too sure of that,” she answered enigmatically. "Jack is just gone back to the Condemned Hold. They were so good to me. He glanced up at Roding and met his eyes. Annabel had taken her life into her hands with gay insouciance, had made her own friends, gone her own way. He winced from the wasp-like sting. “Don’t fence with me,” Anna cried fiercely. She swallowed hard. His throat filled; he wanted to weep. The necessity which had previously existed of leaving the ghastly evidence of the murderous deed undisturbed,—the presence of the mangled corpse,—the bustle of the inquest, at which her attendance was required,—all these circumstances produced a harrowing effect upon the young girl's imagination. Almost at once she had comprehended that she was expected to write down her name and address, which she did, in slanting cobwebby lettering, perhaps a trifle laboriously. And it’s like the petals falling from a flower. “Don’t you understand, Nigel,” she said softly, “that it was precisely for this I have worked so hard. Do get your hat, and we will go to that corner café.
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