An important-looking white-haired man came out of the house, went over to Casement, put his hand on his shoulder. “Great work,” he said. “You sure sewed that one up — and singlehanded at that!”
Casement motioned toward Janet Miller. “I was just an auxiliary. Here’s where the thanks and the credit go.”
“Who’ll look after her until the trial comes up?” the captain asked.
“Why, I guess there’s room enough over in our house,” Casement said.
The sky was blue, the sun was warm, and her eyes shone softly as they rested on him. She had three things to live for again.