She fell asleep as the light was brightening in the East, with Dick
holding her hands and kneeling on the floor beside her bed.
It was not until the next day that they knew that Jim had not been
alone. A girl who was with him had been pinned under the car and had
died instantly.
Jim had woven his bit in the pattern and passed on. The girl was
negligible; she was, she had been. That was all. But Jim's death added
the last element to the impending catastrophe. It sent Dick West alone.