"All the time I was speaking to her I had an eye to the road, and my ears were listening like an Indian's when he puts his head to the ground to hear the pad of his enemy.
"Miss Bassett stood there quietly for a moment as if she were considering something. She looked prim. I remember that even now--prim as a caricature. It was only a moment, but it seemed to me an hour. 'If they should come,' I thought, 'while she is out here!' The sweat came out all over my face with impatience--an agony of impatience. I longed to take the old lady by the shoulders, push her into the cottage, lock her in, and be alone, able to watch the bit of road from the Abbey gates to the wicket. But I could do nothing. I was obliged to repress every sign of agitation. It was devilish."
He got up with a sudden jerk from his chair, and stood by the fire. Even the telling of that moment had set beads of moisture on his square, low forehead.
"At last she spoke again.
"'I wonder if you'd mind coming in for a m
A very short short story about marital infidelity and the "crazy cat lady" who played a huge role one night when murder was almost done. The only two characters who seemed vividly drawn were the lord's wife and the cat lady spinster.
Short story in which two men share their memories of a spinster woman who had recently died. One man relates a secret which shows an unknown side to the woman's character. Good story, but I wish it was longer.
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