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24. The Final Day
I looked aghast at him. If it had been either Bradford or Lambert, both of whom we had
come to know since Kennedy had interested himself in the case, or even Hollins or
Kilgore, I should not have been surprised. But Miriam!
"How could she have any connection with the case?" I asked incredulously.
Kennedy did not attempt to explain. "It is a fatal mistake, Walter, for a detective to
assume that he knows what anybody would do in any given circumstances. The only safe
course for him is to find out what the persons in question did do. People are always doing
the unexpected. This is a case of it, as you see. I am merely trying to get back at facts.
Come; I think we might as well not stay over night, after all. I should like to drop off on
the way back to the city to see Mrs. Godwin."
As we rode up the hill I was surprised to see that there was no one at the window, nor did
any one seem to pay attention to our knocking at the door.
Kennedy turned the knob quickly and strode in.
Seated in a chair, as white as a wraith from the grave, was Mrs. Godwin, staring straight
ahead, seeing nothing, hearing nothing.
"What's the matter?" demanded Kennedy, leaping to her side and grasping her icy hand.
The stare on her face seemed to change slightly as she recognised him.
"Walter--some water--and a little brandy--if there is any. Tell me--what has happened?"
From her lap a yellow telegram had fluttered to the floor, but before he could pick it up,
she gasped, "The appeal--it has been denied." Kennedy picked up the paper. It was a
message, unsigned, but not from Kahn, as its wording and in fact the circumstances
plainly showed.
"The execution is set for the week beginning the fifth," she continued, in the same
hollow, mechanical voice. "My God--that's next Monday!"
She had risen now and was pacing the room.
"No! I'm not going to faint. I wish I could. I wish I could cry. I wish I could do
something. Oh, those Elmores--they must have sent it. No one would have been so cruel
but they."
She stopped and gazed wildly out of the window at the prison. Neither of us knew what
to say for the moment.