CHAPTER TWENTY-FOURI picked up the evening paper, still unopened where Julius had left it with the afternoon mail, and sat down to read it, not knowing anything else to do. My brain was still whirling. It all seemed so shapeless, someway. I couldn’t understand anything, and I tried to clear it all out of my mind and not think about it.
I was terribly distressed, naturally, about Colonel Primrose, and I had some vague notion of seeing Dr. Potter when he came in to find out if there was anything I could do for him—in spite of Sergeant Buck. The night was incredibly still. I heard a car start somewhere, and another came along the road. It didn’t occur to me that Dr. Potter could have got out so quickly, not until I heard someone on my back stairs and a car started in my own back drive.
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