“He—” she hesitated, then answered suddenly and collectedly—“he had been there six days.”
“You started to tell us about it,” Trant helped her. “You said ‘Walter came home.’ What brought him here? Did he come to see you?”
“No.” The girl’s pale cheeks suddenly burned blood red and then went white again, as she made her decision. “It was fear—deadly fear that drove him here; but I do not know of what.”
“You are going to tell us all you know, are you not, Mrs. Newberry?” the psychologist urged, quietly; “how he came here and how both he and you could so foresee his death that you summoned me as you did!”
“Yes; yes—I will tell you,” the girl returned, resolutely. “Six nights ago, Monday night, Mr. Trant, Walter came here. He waked me by throwing pieces of ice and frozen sod against my windo
