The Key West citizen. [volume] (Key West, Fla.) 1879-current, 1937-02-12
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Have you discussed it with Kar-
sanakoffg" persisted the doctor.
NO admitted Bigelow without
turning round.
And, take 1t you don't want 70
discuss it-even with me?" Austrelitz
studied the end of his cigar thought
fully.
NO." answered Bigelow. whats
the use? Nothing to be gained by it"
Austrelitz said nothing. He saw a
good deal to be gained by such
discussion but he did not argue the
point He preferred to wait until
Bigelow arrived at the same conclu-
sion. He felt that Bigelow eventually
would.
When he had finally got back to
bed again the night before. Austrelitz
had tossed for a long time in the
darkness of his room. thinking over
the situation that had arisen at Anne's
studio. He had recalled the story that
Bigelow had told him-noting all the
careful reservations-and had vizua-
lized the three of them as they had
faced him then-Bigelow. frowning,
alert, grim. anxious = Karsanakoff,
self-assured and very still-Anne.
white and weary and resigned. And
he felt that u one of these three had
fred the fatal shot. he knew which
was guilty. But his lips were sealed
unless Bigelow wished him to
speak.
He glanced at the figure immobile
by the window and sighed. Then he
rose and opened the package that
Bigelow had brought, examining the
bath towel critically.
mo laundry mark" he announced
with satisfaction.
Bigelow swung around from the
window to meet the doctors eyes
rather wistfully. The doctor gave him
the gun and laid a sympathetic hand
on his arm.
Don't hesitate to let me know at
once if there is any further develop
ment." he said.
Thanks" said Bigelow. you can
| depend upon that"
He set off again, this time with the
automatic hidden in his pocket Aus
trelitz looked after him thoughtfully.
shaking his head.
Conversation From The Tub
DIGELOW had intended stopping In
- for a moment 70 see Anne on his
way back from Westchester. but the
| journey took longer than he had an
ticipated and he was afraid that she
would have started for her dinner
party before he could reach the house.
SO he stopped on the road to tele-
phone.
rs it your" asked Anne. speaking
after an interminable delay. Sorry
to keep you waiting. but the maid
had to bring the phone in here to me.
I'm in the tub"
"Really?v he asked. laughing.
Eyes. The phone plugs in. Tell me,
did you attend to all your little,
chores?"
She meant getting the studio
cleaned up and disposing of the towel
and the gun, Of course.
YES" said he. Every single one"
He heard her sigh with relief.
"We've been besieged with reporters
here" she told him. Mother wanted
me to send Walters out to them with
dignified announcement that had
nothing to say. but l always think
| it's wiser to be friendly. So had
them in and gave them drinks and
cigarettes. "Also. must tell you.
| that in spite of the baroness. the
police have not yet shown the slight
est desire to communicate with me"
"Of course not. Ridiculous idea"
he assured her.
I'm hating the thought Of this
dinner party tonight" sighed Anne.
'That's why I'm lying here SO long
| trying to gel up couraga I'll have
to be SO damned bright and gay. So
many people will be watching me.
wish you were going, too, viii you
call me up first thing tomorrow morn
ing?"
"Yes." promised Bigelow.
sIf YOU don't, I'll call you"
"AIl right. That's deal. Goodby."
"Goodby," said Anne.
| He sensed that she had tried to
sound hippant and cheerful in order
to keep him from worrying about
her, but he knew that she must still
be frightened and heavy of heart
And he feared that she must go on
bearing her burden of anxiety and
suspense for some time to come.
"Poor kid" he thought compassion
ately. "And in the end, she may find
that nothing has been accomplished
at all-if those letters of hers have
fallen into the wrong hands again"
She had not mentioned the letters
that day-had not even asked If he
had been able to find them Perhaps
she realized that if he had recovered
them he would have told her so at
once to set her mind at rest. He did
not pretend to think that she had for
gotten about them. -.
copyright, 1857. Frederick Jdckso")