She Died a Lady
“‘How long have you been locked up in this place?’ ‘I don’t know.’ She had a pleasant voice, with an American accent, now rendered into gulps by her trembling. ‘Las’ night, maybe. Mor’ing. For God’s sake ge’me out of here!’ ‘You’re all right now, miss. Come along with us, and nothing’s going to hurt you. Just take my arm.’ She edged round the corner of the cabinet, took two steps, and went down flat on her knees. I picked her up and steadied her.
‘How long has it been,’ I asked, ‘since you’ve ha...d anything to eat?’ She searched her mind. ‘Yes’erday morning. On the train. Where’s my husband. Where’s Barry?’ Craft and I exchanged a glance. I led her over and sat her down on an overcushioned ottoman.
‘She’s in no shape to walk just yet, Superintendent. Can’t we get any real light in here?’ ‘Oil-lamps,’ said the girl. ‘Burnt out. No oil.’ I suggested to Craft that the only thing to do was to knock the boards off the windows. He declined firmly, with a true English horror of violating property rights.MoreLess
‘How long has it been,’ I asked, ‘since you’ve ha...d anything to eat?’ She searched her mind. ‘Yes’erday morning. On the train. Where’s my husband. Where’s Barry?’ Craft and I exchanged a glance. I led her over and sat her down on an overcushioned ottoman.
‘She’s in no shape to walk just yet, Superintendent. Can’t we get any real light in here?’ ‘Oil-lamps,’ said the girl. ‘Burnt out. No oil.’ I suggested to Craft that the only thing to do was to knock the boards off the windows. He declined firmly, with a true English horror of violating property rights.MoreLess
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