The Garotters

Excerpt

At the window of her apartment in Hotel Bellingham, Mrs. Roberts stands looking out into the early nightfall.  A heavy snow is driving without, and from time to time the rush of the wind and the sweep of the flakes against the panes are heard.  At the sound of hurried steps in the anteroom, Mrs. Roberts turns from the window, and runs to the portiere, through which she puts her head.