CHAPTER XIX

THE LULL There was a lull in Craig’s mind, as swift, complete, final, and impressive, as that which follows the accomplishment of any big event. And this was a big event to Daniel Craig, the sight of Joan Gracie up there at the window, so close to him, so _with_ him when he had believed himself alone. Nothing could have been so unexpected, and yet nothing could have seemed so inevitable--so predestined, as Craig himself would have said. There had been no lull for the surging mob, though. Nor were the forces of law …