— — —Belle’s fire was sinking out; she wanted more coal; it would soon be dark and she had neither lamp nor candle. It was all very well in the daytime, with the bright flames in the narrow grate, the house full of people, and something to do to occupy oneself. But, at night, surely no one would expect her to spend the night on that empty floor with Daisy Arrow’s unoccupied room the other side of her thin wall. She would have to take another room downstairs, though it was odious to think of sleeping with one of those women. They might even let her leave the house if she had had anywhere to go. She seemed to have soon satisfied the police, although she was the person who had been nearest to the scene of the murder, that the criminal at his work, or the victim waking for the last time, might
