SIXTEEN
“When I opened my eyes, I saw Mrs Jarrow slumped against her husband. Her shoulders were shaking up and down and I could tell that she was sobbing uncontrollably. Jarrow himself seemed only slightly better off than his wife, and I had the impression that he was only holding back his own tears, which doubtless were result of his fear for his wife’s safety, because he was concentrating on comforting her.
“Mercifully, the hag was gone! The rush of wind also seemed to have dispersed, and there was no more banging from doors being opened and slammed shut upstairs. Outside the window I could still hear the rain lashing the panes, and another crash of thunder signalled that the storm was not over yet.
“I left Jarrow to comfort his distraught wife for a minute and began to right the fur
