This time she shut and locked the door.
"Mr.McGowan has just been here," she moaned in a voice that showed how terrible was the strain.

"He tried to force his way up into Garry's room but I held him back.

He is coming again with some one of the church trustees.

Garry had a bad turn in New York and we came home by the noon train, and I have made him lie down and sent for the doctor.

McGowan must not see him; it will kill him if he does.