Then he handed them down, turned his back on Miss frayn, and spoke in a low tone, like one greatly shocked.
Can't you appoint me your deputy down here to examine Miss frayn, whose grandfather got killed in that wreck?
Something in his tone or in the turning of his back seemed to strike upon the senses of Miss frayn as unpleasant or hostile.
He explained that he wanted to consult as to methods of concealing from Miss frayn the nature of the suit.
Miss frayn fretted the linoleum with little taps of her toe, and her delicate nostrils fluttered.
Miss frayn's eyes grew bright, and her cheek showed a spot of crimson which deepened as the reading of the affidavit went on.
Miss frayn clenched her hands and held her breath as if at the realization of her worst fears.