Chapter 8
A few minutes before ten, the phone rang. Mary hurried to quiet it. “Hello?”
The voice was a man’s, wiry and faint, a country voice. It was asking a question, but she could not hear it clearly.
“Hello?” she asked again. “Will you please talk a little louder? I can’t hear… I said I can’t hear you! Will you talk a little louder please? Thank you.”
Now, straining and impatient, she could hear, though the voice seemed still to come from a great distance.
“Is this Miz Jay Follet?”
“Yes; what is it?” (for there was a silence); “yes, this is she.”
After further silence the voice said, “There’s been a slight-your husband has been in a accident.”
His head! she told herself.
“Yes,” she said, in a caved-in voice. At the same moment the voice said, “A serious accident.”
“Yes,” Mary said more clearly.
