CHAPTER VThere was a complete silence.
“Kindly get your things together,” said the superintendent.
“May I go upstairs with her, Superintendent?” asked Miss Peterson.
“I’m sorry, but that’s not possible. Constable Cannon will accompany Miss Wilmot to her door, and wait for her.”
Miss Peterson rose and held out her hand to the girl.
“Take it easy!” she said.
But Cecily did not look like one who took anything easy. Her beautiful, narrow face had a look of proud scorn; the little frilled cap gave her, Miss Peterson thought, a Marie Antoinette air. Her fingers closed tight on Miss Peterson’s.
“Thank you!” she said.
Cannon opened the door, she went out with her head high; and he followed her. Mr. Fernandez was lighting a cigarette.
“Superintendent,” said Miss Peterson, sweet as honey, “
