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Maynard Henry had not even allowed Chin time to
pack her little suitcase. "Oh, Winslow, he was drenched
in blood. He'll kill her, I know. She was just frightened
to death."
With a stiff hug, Abernathy assured the old woman
that Chin Lam would not be hurt.
"How can you say that?" she sobbed into the robe.
And, of course, how could he be sure? Faith and
truth need not necessarily coexist. While dread
tightened on his heart, he rushed to his study to phone
the police. An operator answered; neither Chief Haig
nor his assistant were there. Had there been any
accidents locally? he asked her. There was a major fire,
she said, is that what he meant? What did he mean?
Why did he think something had happened to Judith
Haig, not to Chin Lam, but to her? He telephoned the
Haig residence. The repeating ring infuriated him. His
heart thudded absurdly against the bones of his chest,
surely audible to Pru, who had followed him and who
stood, baffled, fingers to her mouth.
"Pru, don't worry. Excuse me, I'm going to get
dressed now. I'll look into this. I'm sure he's not going