"Lawrence Challoner, the time will come when you will wail and whine and
wonder why I don't come to you--why it is not my footsteps that you
hear! But you will wait for me through a long, long night, and I shall
never come....
"Oh, it does me good when I recall the day that Prosecutor Murgatroyd
told those twelve men the kind of a man you were," she declared
scornfully. "It does me good, too, to recall how you writhed under the
lash and quivered when he cut you to the quick. But now I'm going to do
more to you than you ever did to me--more than Murgatroyd did to
you...."