"Where's Harry?
Is he all right?
Did he come back with you ?" "Yes--he's back." "And you found Maurice ?" Bardwell was silent again, biting at the end of his mustache.

Then he squared himself.
"No matter how much a person dislikes another one--it's, it's--always a shock," came at last.

Anita came closer.
"You mean that he 's dead ?" The sheriff nodded, and Fairchild came suddenly to his feet.

Anita's face had grown suddenly old,--the oldness that precedes the youth of great relief.
"I 'm sorry--for any one who must die," came finally.

"But perhaps--perhaps it was better.