I am your friend--you know I am.

But if you are not going to help me by telling me what you know of last night I may as well go home--and get your sister-in-law to look after you and the children." She rose as she spoke.

Mrs.Hurd clutched at her.
"Oh, my God!" she said, looking straight before her vacantly at the children, who at once began to cry again.

"_Oh, my God_! Look here, miss"-- her voice dropped, her swollen eyes fixed themselves on Marcella--the words came out in a low, hurried stream--"It was just after four o'clock I heard that door turn; I got up in my nightgown and ran down, and there was Jim.

'Put that light out,' he says to me, sharp like.