Uncanny Tales

she had raised her head; that against the rough tw

hem to his face. And with the movement and his look there came over her in a wave the shame

me go now. I want to be alone. I want to-

the handle. Behind her she hear

kneel to you-i

n the room behind her; and she knew he would wait there long enough to allow her to leave the b

group of white-

he matter? What has

ed his throat twice, but for all t

t, miss. You'd best be going

a grave-eyed man stooped to an unusual task. It a

sity was indecent, but some powerful premonition was stirring in her, a

the door another-on the pavement outside another-and yet another. She gasped, drew back, f

r since 'e left. 'Good-night, O'Dell,' sez 'e. 'Miss Carryll's still working-don't lock 'er in,' sez 'e.

hands that seemed light as leaves upon her shoulder, and as easily shaken off. Unhearing, unheeding, she forced her way into the glare of electric li

e drew the merciful coverings, but her eye

d of the shoulder lay