CHAPTER 28.
"She's dead ?" McTee asked softly when they stood on the promenade outside.
"She is.

She must have been dying at about the time I brought in that other message--the one you told me to bring." They avoided each other's eyes.

Inside the cabin they heard a faint sound like paper crumpled up.

Then they caught a moan from the room--a soft sound such as the wind makes when it hums around the corners of a tall building.
They were silent for a time, listening with painful intentness.

Not another murmur came from the cabin.