Part 37 (1/2)

She seemed to be struck dumb by his quiet manner, by the conviction in his voice. In a moment she turned round again toward Malling. Her face had quite changed. It was working nervously. The mouth quivered. She stood for a moment, then suddenly she made for the door. As she pa.s.sed Malling, she whispered: ”The strength--where is it? Oh, I'm afraid of him! I'm afraid of him!”

She disappeared. Almost immediately Mailing heard the street door shut.

”I--I cannot pretend to her,” Chichester said, ”even in my own house.”

He seemed greatly moved, almost on the verge of tears.

”I'll leave you alone,” said Mailing. ”You need to be alone.”

”Thank you! Thank you!” said Chichester.

And without another word he went into the bedroom, shutting the folding-doors behind him.

At half-past seven that same evening Malling was with Professor Stepton, and made what the professor called his ”report.”

”Ah!” said the professor when he had finished.

”Did you expect Chichester to behave like that, to be like that?” asked Mailing.

”I hoped he would.”

”Hoped! Why?”