A fierce and cutting wind swept across the lake--the icy breath of a dying year.

Not a word was spoken as the carriage sped along.

At the door of Colton's home Witherspoon and Henry were confronted by a policeman.
"My orders are to let no one in," said the officer.
"I am George Witherspoon." The policeman stepped aside.

Brooks met them in the hall.

He said nothing, but took Witherspoon's hand.