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They were met by Glad at the threshold.She had shot back to them, panting.

"She was blind drunk," she said, "an' she went out to get more.She tried to cross the street an' fell under a car.She'll be dead in five minits.

I'm goin' for the biby."

Dart saw Miss Montaubyn step back into her room.He turned involuntarily to look at her.

She stood still a second--so still that it seemed as if she was not drawing mortal breath.Her astonishing, expectant eyes closed themselves, and yet in closing spoke expectancy still.

"Speak, Lord," she said softly, but as if she spoke to Something whose nearness to her was such that her hand might have touched it."Speak, Lord, thy servant 'eareth."Antony Dart almost felt his hair rise.He quaked as she came near, her poor clothes brushing against him.He drew back to let her pass first, and followed her leading.

The court was filled with men, women, and children, who surged about the doorway, talking, crying, and protesting against each other's crowding.Dart caught a glimpse of a policeman fighting his way through with a doctor.A dishevelled woman with a child at her dirty, bare breast had got in and was talking loudly.

"Just outside the court it was,"

she proclaimed, "an' I saw it.If she'd bin 'erself it couldn't 'ave 'appened.`No time for 'osspitles,'

ses I.She's not twenty breaths to dror; let 'er die in 'er own bed, pore thing!" And both she and her baby breaking into wails at one and the same time, other women, some hysteric, some maudlin with gin, joined them in a terrified outburst.

"Get out, you women," commanded the doctor, who had forced his way across the threshold."Send them away, officer," to the policeman.

There were others to turn out of the room itself, which was crowded with morbid or terrified creatures, all making for confusion.Glad had seized the child and was forcing her way out into such air as there was outside.

The bed--a strange and loathly thing--stood by the empty, rusty fireplace.Drunken Bet lay on it, a bundle of clothing over which the doctor bent for but a few minutes before he turned away.

Antony Dart, standing near the door, heard Miss Montaubyn speak to him in a whisper.

"May I go to 'er?" and the doctor nodded.

She limped lightly forward and her small face was white, but expectant still.What could she expect now--O Lord, what?

An extraordinary thing happened.

An abnormal silence fell.The owners of such faces as on stretched necks caught sight of her seemed in a flash to communicate with others in the crowd.

"Jinny Montaubyn!" someone whispered.And "Jinny Montaubyn"was passed along, leaving an awed stirring in its wake.Those whom the pressure outside had crushed against the wall near the window in a passionate hurry, breathed on and rubbed the panes that they might lay their faces to them.One tore out the rags stuffed in a broken place and listened breathlessly.

Jinny Montaubyn was kneeling down and laying her small old hand on the muddied forehead.She held it there a second or so and spoke in a voice whose low clearness brought back at once to Dart the voice in which she had spoken to the Something upstairs.

"Bet," she said, "Bet." And then more soft still and yet more clear, "Bet, my dear."It seemed incredible, but it was a fact.Slowly the lids of the woman's eyes lifted and the pupils fixed themselves on Jinny Montaubyn, who leaned still closer and spoke again.

" 'T ain't true," she said."Not this.'T ain't TRUE.There IS NODEATH," slow and soft, but passionately distinct."THERE--IS--NO--DEATH."The muscles of the woman's face twisted it into a rueful smile.The three words she dragged out were so faint that perhaps none but Dart's strained ears heard them.

"Wot--price--ME?"

The soul of her was loosening fast and straining away, but Jinny Montaubyn followed it.

"THERE--IS--NO--DEATH," and her low voice had the tone of a slender silver trumpet."In a minit yer 'll know--in a minit.Lord," lifting her expectant face, "show her the wye."Mysteriously the clouds were clearing from the sodden face--mysteri-ously.Miss Montaubyn watched them as they were swept away! Aminute--two minutes--and they were gone.Then she rose noiselessly and stood looking down, speaking quite simply as if to herself.

"Ah," she breathed, "she DOES

know now--fer sure an' certain."

Then Antony Dart, turning slightly, realized that a man who had entered the house and been standing near him, breathing with light quickness, since the moment Miss Montaubyn had knelt, was plainly the person Glad had called the "curick," and that he had bowed his head and covered his eyes with a hand which trembled.