friend. She was not one to talk over-much about any project,

room! The very feet of the dog were bloody.

All this time he had, never once, turned his back upon the

corpse; no, not for a moment. Such preparations completed, he

moved, backward, towards the door: dragging the dog with him,

lest he should soil his feet anew and carry out new evidence of

the crime into the streets. He shut the door softly, locked it,

took the key, and left the house.

He crossed over, and glanced up at the window, to be sure that