The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-03-11

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 Janet had been sure she could
 not sleep. She was mistaken but | 1t was well toward morning (stiIl dark because 1t was February) before she finally drifted off. When the shrill ringing of the alarm woke her at 7:30 she sat up with a start. Little fires were | smarting in her eyes. She felt vaguely that something was wrong with the day. Something unpleas-
 ant was going to happen. All at once she remembered. | The chill feeling settled about her heart again, and then, reso-
 lutely, Janet frightened.
 'It's going to be all right!" she treasured herself. "Rolf's going to telephone. I'll find out 1t was all a mistake. Mollie was talking non-sense."
 Nevertheless 1t was a pale. rather drawn-faced Janet who greeted Bruce Hamilton when he arrived at his office at a quarter after nine. It was with a forced. mechanical smile that she an- swered his Good morning" Hamilton, sunk immediately in the papers spread on his desk, took no notice. Janet was glad that he began the morning with rush of activity, dictating in a clear, brisk voice, calling for let- ters from the files, asking her to put through a long distance call, to get Joe Carson on the wire, to find Cunningham and ask him to lok over the revised schedule. She did all these things, glad to be busy; glad because they kept her from looking at the clock and wondering when Rolf would call. There were moments, though, as book when only force of habit carried her along. She heard Hamilton speaking, scribbled stenographic symbols and all the time she was remembering Mollie Lambert's voice, the way she had looked. She could hear Mollie saying, "-passing the Liberty theater. Rolf Carlyle-he was all dressed up. And the girl with him."
 what was that MT Hamilton had just said?
 Janet strengthened. T -f1 didn't get that last, Mir Hamilton. I'm sorry."
 The advertising manager frowned. ''"Go back and read your last sentence" he said. The letter he was dictating was important. He did not even raise his eyes from his desk.
 She read the sentence. Hamil- ton changed a word and con- tinued. But after that Janet was more attentive.
 At 12 o'clock she went to lunch but when she had selected sandwich and asked for glass of milk she found she wasn't hun gry. She drank part of the milk, broke off. a bit of the sandwich surrendered her seat at the lunch counter and went back to the of- flee.
 Should she call Rolf?
 T will" Janet decided, Eff I don't hear from him by. four o'clock. Maybe he isn't in the off, flee. I don't want to make him think anything's wrong"
 The call came at exactly 2:15. There was no one else in the office. Janet, was so happy that for a moment she could scarcely speak. A feeling of warmth
 "Rolf?" (she knew of course that it was Rolf but she wanted to say his name.) "Yes, I've been busy. Oh, all sort of things. Yes remembered you said you'd call night? We'll. but listen, Rolf. 1 want to see you. There's something I want to talk to you about" He wasn't sure he could make 1t. The words didn't reach her very clearly.
 : "oh, but it's important! IT please, RolfH
 Why couldn't she tell him over the telephone?
 Janet said that wouldn't do. That feeling of panic clutched her heart again.
 "Listen, Rolf. if you've something else to do tonight meet me when you leave the office. At 5:30. It. 1t really. is important can't tell you now but I'll explain then. l onlyswant to talk to you. Yes. At Tracy's corner. Yes. I'll be there. At 5:3O."
 The hours of the afternoon wore away. They were slow hours that dragged. At 10 minutes after five Janet put. away her work. She hadn't finished. That did not mat ter. If MT Hamilton said anything she'd tell him she wasn't feeling