John turned toward the short staircase as she alit upon the first creaky step. He’s dead. One swift glance about the room, and a sensation of grim foreboding swept through him. The sun was setting in spectacular multicolored streams beyond Whitefield Park. The McCloskeys had only boys, two that were off in the Service and one that was full grown and had moved down South. The agony on the sands now ceased to puzzle her. Outside the door he turned and stared at the panels. " "For shame, Mr.
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