"
McGregor did not wait for more but hurried past the woman into the
street. In his heart was a feeling of dumb aching loss. On an impulse
he turned and ran back.
Standing in the street by the screen door he shouted hoarsely. "Where
did she go?" he demanded.
The woman laughed merrily. She felt that she was getting with the shop
a flavour of romance and adventure very attractive to her. Then she
walked to the door and smiled through the screen. "She has only just
left," she said. "She went to the Burlington station. I think she has
gone West. I heard her tell the man about her trunk. She has been
around here for two days since I bought the shop. I think she has been
waiting for you to come. You did not come and now she has gone and
perhaps you won't find her. She did not look like one who would
quarrel with a lover."
The woman in the shop laughed softly as McGregor hurried away. "Now
who would think that quiet little woman would have such a lover?" she
asked herself.
Down the street ran McGregor and raising his hand stopped a passing
automobile. The woman saw him seated in the automobile talking to a
grey-haired man at the wheel and then the machine turned and
disappeared up the street at a law-breaking pace.
McGregor had again a new light on the character of Edith Carson.
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