"For goodness' sake,
what do you mean, Grace?"
Betty tried to stop her, but Grace hurried on heedlessly.
"He may have committed suicide," she cried, adding, in response to
Mollie's and Amy's cry of horror: "You know he must have been
desperate enough to do anything, poor old man, out here all alone."
At the conviction in Grace's tone, Betty felt her own nerve slipping.
She did not want to go into that silent house any more than the other
girls did. Every instinct in her commanded that she run from the place
to the commonplace safety of the road. She was afraid of what she
might find on the other side of that unlocked door. And yet----
"I'm going in," she cried, and, suiting the action to the word, pushed
the door quickly open and stepped over the threshold.
Emboldened by her example, the other girls followed and stopped short
with a cry of dismay. They had not found what they feared-- but
something almost as bad.
The room, which had been so neat and orderly when they had last seen
it, was now the scene of such utter confusion as one might only hope
to see depicted in a cubist's nightmare.
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