"A killing--by Jove!" he murmured to himself, and then knocked.
A dull voice called from within, and he opened. Kate found herself in a
big, solemn room, in one corner of which sat an old woman wrapped to the
chin in a shawl. The face was thin and bleak, and the eyes that looked at
Kate were dull.
"This girl--" said Vance. "By Jove, I haven't asked your name, I'm
afraid."
"Kate Pollard."
"Miss Pollard has some news of Terry. I thought it might--interest you,
Elizabeth."
Kate saw the brief struggle on the face of the old woman. When it passed,
her eyes were as dull as ever, but her voice had become husky.
"I'm surprised, Vance. I thought you understood--his name is not to be
spoken, if you please."
"Of course not. Yet I thought--never mind. If you'll step downstairs with
me, Miss Pollard, and tell me what--"
"Not a step," answered the girl firmly, and she had not moved her eyes
from the face of the elder woman. "Not a step with you. What I have to
say has got to be told to someone who loves Terry Hollis. I've found that
someone. I stick here till I've done talking."
Vance Cornish gasped.
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