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couldn't have understood it. Why.
I thought"
For several minutes they dis
cussed the merits Of Bannister's
newest book. He could not help
being impressed By her sound
literary standards.
She turned, resting one arm on
the piano, and for the first time
he noted the exquisite lines Of the
girls throat. Creamy white, rounded.
Her cheeks were creamy white, too.
That. Bannister felt, should be
remedied. A little color would be
an improvement.
Her question brought him prompt
" from his reverie. What are you
going TO write about next?" she
asked
DANNISTER stirred uneasily.
II "Oh, I don't know" he said
Il haven't been thinking much
about writing lately"
He couldn't tell her for the last
two months writing had become a
nightmare. He couldn't tell her
that when he sat down at desk
a vision of Adele Allen came before
him, driving away every thought Of
work.
I'm knocking off," he explained.
For a while at least. That's why
I came to fremont"
He was spared further explana-
tions as Kate Hewlett appeared in
the doorway. Il heard some music
in here" she said, land it was
lovely You're going to play some
more, aren't you, Miss France?"
"I1l be glad to-" the girl told her.
What would you like to hear?"
"Oh, anything-just so it's music"
Juliet France turned again to the
piano. She played waltz with
gay Spanish rhythm and then
something in slower tempo, haunt
ingly sad and sweet.
That's lovely" Mrs. Hewlett said.
"Just lovelyl I don't know how
long it's been since any ones
touched that piano. 1t does sound
SO good"
Bannister agreed with her. But
it wasn't fair to keep their guest at
the piano all evening. He asked
Juliet if she would care to play
bridge.
I'm sorry" the girl apologized,
"but I'm awfully stupid at bridge. I
always have been. If you don't
mind think I'd like to go to my
room. That was such huge meal
I ate" She turned to Mrs. Hewlett,
smiling. I'm afraid I'm sleepy"
Then of course you'll go to your
room, my dear" the older woman
said. Il hope you get a good nights
rest"
A FEW moments later Juliet left
IA them. Kate Hewlett had taken
up her basket of knitting from the
table. For twenty minutes there
was no sound except the clicking
Of the knitting needles. Then Mrs.
Hewlett said, David "
He looked up from his magazine.
"Yes?"
David, I think Miss France is
awfully sweet. Where did you say
you knew her? Was it in New
York;"
Eyes" Bannister told her. I'm
New York" He returned to his
magazine. A minute later he put
it aside. Aunt Kate" he said,
there's one thing I wanted to speak
to you about. I want you to be
careful not to say anything about
this murder to Miss France. She's
well, the fact is there's been a
loss in her family recently. A close
relative. Very sad. That's why I
don't think we should say anything
to her about such grewsome sub
ject."
His aunt eyed him for an instant
without speaking. Then she said,
Very well. David. I won't-inention
it."
Thanks. Ho-huml Believe I'll
go upstairs and turn in. Little sleep
might do me good"
Il agree with you," his aunt said
tersely.
Bannister said good night and
mounted the stairs. He entered his
room but seemed in no hurry about
going to bed.
TO Be Continued