He's killed her.

Say, we must get a policeman.

Come on." They turned back through the house.

Half a dozen people--the wild-game peddler, the man with the broad-brimmed hat, the washwoman, and three other men--were in the front room of the junk shop, a bank of excited faces surged at the door.

Beyond this, outside, the crowd was packed solid from one end of the alley to the other.