Henderson daily dispatch. (Henderson, N.C.) 1914-1995, 1939-12-26
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CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

THE LAST Sunday in February
was like an early April day. The
sun, long obscured during a rainy,
cold month, shone brightly, drying
the sidewalks and bringing an lllu-
sion of spring. It's shafts came
through the window of Fabienne's
bedroom, summoning her from
sleep to awake with a sense of an
ticipation.
She looked at the clock on her
bedside table, saw that it was al
most half past eight, and sprung
from her bed. She went into the
kitchen and plugged in the cord of
the electric percolator. Then she
went to the door of Ellen's room.
Get up, lazy bones. It's almost
half past eight. The boys are COM
ing at nine," she called.
jiffy."
Don't be late, darling. I don't
want to miss minute of this
glorious day."
Bill was taking them up to t, :
country. Another chap and have
a small house-its really shack
up in Connecticut, a few miles
from Danbury. We bought it for a
song and hope some day to use it
for a laboratory. Up to now, we've
only used it as sort of camping
out place on rare summer vaca-
tons. Some nice Sunday We'll drive
up there and rough it for the day."
Bill had said the night they played
bridge at his apartment.
Immediately Fabienne and Nicky
said they wanted to do it at once.
"Okay," Bill had given in. And 50
now the day had come.
Promptly at nine Bill pulled up
in back of Nicky's sleek roadster
in his own battered sedan Of ven
cradle years.
Nicky had summoned the girls
and now Fabienne had a new pic
ture of Bill to add to the gallery
Of memories-Bill in riding
breeches with leather windbreak-
er buttoned up to his throat be-
meath firm chin.
He eyed her ski suit costume
with paternal consideration. "You
going to be warm enough in that
outfit? We're not going to a real
country house, you know"
II WILL" she said, embarrassed by
his attention. What in the world
have you got in that huge box?"
wait until you see. It's fodder
Looks like enough for an army
What time will we get there 3
"It's only three-hour drive
when the roads are open. Well
have to take road that don't
know because the pass to our place
is showed under, I'm told I've got
road map somewhere here" he
said, fishing in the seat pocket
who's good at this sort of thing 2
II am" Fabienne said, getting ir
the back seat beside Nicky. LAS q
back seat driver, I'm probably the
best there is. Also, once I see q
map, never forget the route"
She little dreamed how true
and how important that statement
was to prove in the events that
came about all because she learned
the backwoods route that day.
Once clear of the maze Of city
traffic and on the open parkway
Bills nondescript car ate up the
miles between New York anC
Stamford and, with Fabienne's
help, they found the back road
open and clear between fields thai
were still white from the last
SHOWS, that led to Stepney, New
town and Danbury. "Mallory's Folly
is just off the main road about five
miles between Stepney and New
town. Danbury is the next bis
town." Bill told them.
The information fell on Fa
bienne's ears and was tucked away
in her memory to use on a latel
occasion that was to make from
page news in every paper in the
country.
"Mallory's Folly" was a very
small, very old house tucked away