The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-06-12
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"Tll take you home" Ted told Sarah when she asked him to call a taxicab for her.
 Neither of the two spoke as the car slipped down the quiet, mid night street. Sarah wanted to say something light and banal, but for once she could think of nothing which was light enough, frivolous enough.
 As she stepped out of the car at the curb she held out her hand.
 Its goodby, I guess, Ted. I'm leaving in a few days and I preb- ably won't see you again. It's been nice to know you. Good 1uck!"
 Once in her room there was such a weird blending of shadows in all the corners that she grew nervous She decided that the strange im- personal contact of a hotel room would be more restful. Hotel rooms were filled with so many transient memories that they were curiously indifferent to the particular charm of any one person, or the tragedy of another. Sarah called a taxicab again, making a rueful face as she saw the manner in which the bills in her pocketbook were growing smaller and smaller.
 Sarah packed a bag quickly. A gay green negligee, curiously worked in gold. mules that matched, slim silken pajamas of a yellow that was lovelier than the gold of the negligee, brushes and powders and creams.
 She registered at the hotel desk and was following the boy who had taken her bag, when she heard someone speak her name.
 Sarah Shade, what are you doing in our hotel"
 She turned and saw that Phil Banning was standing near the desk.
 There's ghost running loose in my rooms. I came away to es- cape him."
 Sarah wondered why she had so completely forgotten that she would be under the same roof as Phil Ban- ming and his wife if she came to the hotel. No one would believe her. People would think that she had come because she wanted glimpse of the blond architect. But she was there, and there wasn't anything she could do except go to her room.
 "A ghost?" Phil's brows were puckered. From your past?"
 NO, my present. But I imagine your wife is getting impatient: You shouldn't stay out so late, Phil"
 My wife? How did you know she was here?"
 "That isn't what you started to say" Sarah corrected him. You intended to ask me how I knew that you had one. Her voice sounds nice.'
 "Where did you hear it?" Phil looked like a small boy who had been caught by his mother and his teacher at the same time.
 lover the telephone. I left message number for you to call She'll tell you.'
 "I didn't think it was necessary self when she arrives. After all, to explain her. She speaks for her luncheon engagement doesn't form the basis for a personal autobiog- raphy, does it?" Phil was slipping out of any embarrassment he might have created Sarah noticed, and she wanted to laugh at his egotlsm in thinking that he had held any charm for her. He had been handy in letting Ted see that she had other interests. that was all. She said good night and was turn ing away when the elevator door opened and she saw a tall, slender woman stepping out. There was something regal about her. as though music played for her alone. Intuitively Sarah knew that she was Phil Earnings wife
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