She turned and went slowly up the steps. It was her duty to break the news to Theodore's mother--she who knew so much, but dared to tell so little! How to open the conversation with the gentle sufferer she knew not.
Mrs. King smiled a greeting as she entered, but at the sight of Molly's face, her book dropped to the floor.
"What is it?" she stammered.
Molly knelt down beside her.
"Probably very little," she said hastily. "Don't get excited--please--but--but----"
"It's Theodore!" gasped the mother, intuitively.
"He's hurt a little, just a little, and they've taken him to the hospital."
Mrs. King tried to rise, but dropped back weakly.
"He's badly hurt or he'd come home."
"I'll find out," offered Molly eagerly. Then as an afterthought, "I'll go if you'll promise me to stay very quiet until I get back."
"I promise," said Mrs. King, sobbing, "but go quickly! I simply can't be still when I'm uncertain."
In another house of lesser proportions, a girl was huddled in a chair, gazing at Lafe Grandoken.
"An' they told you over the telephone he was dyin'?" he demanded, looking at Jinnie.
"Yes," gulped Jinnie, "and Maudlin's dead. The hospital people say Mr. King can't live." The last words were stammered and scarcely audible. "Lafe, who shot him?"
"I dunno," said Lafe.
"Didn't you see who had the gun?" persisted the girl, wiping her eyes.
"Mr. King didn't have it; nuther did Maudlin. It came from over there, an' I heard a car drive away right after."
Jinnie shook her head hopelessly. It was all so mysterious that her heart was gripped with fright. A short time before, an officer had been there cross-questioning Lafe suspiciously. Then he had gone away with the pistol in his pocket. She stared out of the window, fear-shadowed. In a twinkling her whole love world had tumbled about her ears, and she listened as the cobbler told her once more the story of the hour she'd been away with Bobbie.
"There're two men coming here right now," she said suddenly, getting up. "Lafe, there's Burns, the cop on this beat."
"They're wantin' to find out more, I presume," replied Lafe wearily.
As the men entered the shop, Jinnie backed away and stood with rigid muscles. She was dizzily frightened at the sight of the gruff officers, who had not even saluted Lafe.
The foremost man was a stranger to them both.
"Are you Lafe Grandoken?" he demanded, looking at the cobbler.
"Yes," affirmed Lafe.
The man flourished a paper with staid importance.
"I'm the sheriff of this county, an' I've a warrant for your arrest for murderin' Maudlin Bates," he sing-songed.