"Then you had better look out for your dear Mr.Juxon, that's all." Without another word, Goddard glided away from the window, let himself out by the wicket gate and disappeared across the road.
Mary Goddard was in that moment less horrified by her husband's threat than by his base ingratitude to herself and by the accusation he seemed to make against her.

Worn out with the emotions of fear and anxiety, she had barely the strength to close and fasten the window.

Then she sank into the first chair she could find in the dark and stared into the blackness around her.

It seemed indeed more than she could bear.

She was placed in the terrible position of being obliged to betray her fugitive husband, or of living in constant fear lest he should murder the best friend she had in the world..