“Stop! Stop!” Anne called wildly after him, not caring in the least for the
other dumbfounded onlookers. “Mr. Douglas, stop! Come back.”
John Douglas stopped but he did not come back. Anne flew down the road,
caught his arm and fairly dragged him back to Janet.
“You must come back,” she said imploringly. “It’s all a mistake, Mr. Douglas
—all my fault. I made Janet do it. She didn’t want to—but it’s all right now,
isn’t it, Janet?”
Without a word Janet took his arm and walked away. Anne followed them
meekly home and slipped in by the back door.
“Well, you are a nice person to back me up,” said Janet sarcastically.
“I couldn’t help it, Janet,” said Anne repentantly. “I just felt as if I had stood
by and seen murder done. I HAD to run after him.”
“Oh, I’m just as glad you did. When I saw John Douglas making off down
that road I just felt as if every little bit of joy and happiness that was left in my
life was going with him. It was an awful feeling.”
“Did he ask you why you did it?” asked Anne.
“No, he never said a word about it,” replied Janet dully.