CHAPTER X

TRAGEDY Without pausing for hat or wraps, Helen flew from the apartment and stumbled down the interminable flights of stairs. It was not Hugh! It could not be Hugh! Over and over again she cried it to herself. If she said it often enough perhaps it would be true! She reached the front entrance just as the door of the downstairs apartment opened and Hugh’s mother appeared in the opening. “Something dreadful has happened in the street. Do you think you had better go out just now, dear?” she asked of Helen. With a her…