having once seized what I had come for, I rushed frantically from the
room and the apartment. The heavy outer door securely fastened behind
me, made a sufficiently formidable barrier between the dead and myself
to give me a sense of comparative safety. Still panting with excitement,
I paused a moment on the landing. Reminding myself of how important it
was that nothing about me should excite remark, I put on my hat and
adjusted my thick veil with the utmost care, although my stiff, shaking
fingers were hardly able to perform their task. Then, summoning up all
my self-control I was ready to face the world again."
She stopped, and sank back exhausted.
"Go on," I begged; "what did you do then?"
"I knew that if Mr. Norman was in town at all, he would be at his
father's house," May continued, more quietly.
"Hailing a cab, I drove directly there. You can imagine in what an
overwrought state I was when I tell you that the idea that I was doing
anything unusual never occurred to me. I rang the bell and asked for
Mr. Stuart Norman without the least embarrassment. The butler's look of
surprise and his evident unwillingness to admit me, recalled me a little
to my senses. But even when I saw how my conduct must strike others, I
did not turn back, and I finally persuaded the man to call his master.
The latter hurried from the breakfast table to see who the mysterious
and importunate female might be who had come knocking so early at his
door. Notwithstanding my veil, he recognised me at once. Ushering me
into a small reception room he closed the door behind him; then turning
towards me he took me by the hand and, gently leading me to a sofa,
begged me to tell him what had happened. I told my dreadful story as
briefly as possible. You can imagine with what horror he listened.
Strangely enough, I remained perfectly calm. I was astonished at my own
callousness, but at the moment I felt as if all that had occurred was
nothing but a hideous nightmare, from which I had happily awakened. When
I had finished, Mr. Norman did not speak for some time, but paced up and
down the room with ill-concealed agitation. Trying to appear calm, he
again sat down beside me.
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