Chapter VIII
THE CORONER FROM SANDPORT
They suffered through those hours because they were together, yet when the dawn came they looked at each other as though they had been strangers. Molly, haggard and shaking, went down the path then on her way to the coquina house. Miller watched on alone in the sickly, early light. He pulled himself together with a struggle. It was easier now to find comfort in logic, to assure himself that his agitation had been caused by the night and the loneliness, aided by the state of mind Molly and Anderson had impressed upon him.
“First thing I know,” he said to himself, “they’ll have me as much under the spell as they are themselves.”
He could smile a little at that thought even now.
The night had chilled him. He paced up and down vigorously while the
