"He was so good-looking!" said Mme. Storey dreamily.
"Good-looking, yes," said Fay with some heat. "But impossible. You don't know! Oh, impossible!"
"I liked him," said Mme. Storey, "because there seemed to be a genuine fire in him. Most young fellows are so tame! I should have thought he would make a wonderful lover."
Fay, silenced, looked at her with rather a stricken expression in the candid blue eyes.
Mrs. Brunton rushed in to fill the breach. "Fire!" she snorted. "Preserve
of them was looking at me at the moment. The thought of seeing my friend in all her youth and loveliness handed over to that murderer—for such he was in all essentials—was more than I could bear. The bottom seemed to drop out of everything.
Mme. Storey's face showed no change upon hearing the announcement,