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CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
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THE RAIN had cone, and a cello
plane moon wasn't adding much
light to the darkened churchyard
where Sarah Anne stood with Bob
Kennedy. It didn't seem strange to
hear that Bernice was married.
The events of the evening had been
too upsetting to make any one
thing important, so far as Sarah
Anne was concerned.
"Bernice ?" Sarah Anne repeat
ed. It might be the calm, dark
beauty of the night that had caused
Bob Kennedy to become impulsive
for moment.
That name checked whatever
had been on his lips.
"Bernice was married at five
O'clock this afternoon. You should
have been around to throw rice"
Married. And not to you?"
Married to the accompanying
count. He's not a bad sort. rather
liked him, and he's going to hunt
a roller coaster now when he wants
a quiet moment. His; life will be a
tornado. But he may like it."
"Are you much cut up?" Sarah
Anne asked simply. She might
have been a disinterested party.
The events of the night had set her
aside, for the moment, from the
actual impacts of life.
"Just astonished. It was such a
bang-up exodus for the lady," Then
his eyes grew more matter of fact,
and his voice matched it. "Look
here, Sarah Anne, you'll have pneu-
monia if you don't get out Of those
things. Come on"
"You haven't asked any ques-
lions. Don't you want to know
where was ?" She felt a little dis
appointed because he didn't look
surprised at her bedraggled appear
ance.
He shook his head but his jaw
set. "None of my business, you
might tell me. And it isn't, is it ?
I'd say, off-hand, you swan home
from somewhere. But while I'm on
the subject, I don't like Lynn
Rhodes. Sorry, if he's something
special in your calendar, but he
doesn't register very high with
me-"
why not?" She was frankly
curious.
"Scatters pale lilies and daffo-
dils-I mean he gives his pretty
speeches with such patness.i But
forget it! Maybe he's the sdebu-
tantes' delight" d, n III
Now she spoke. mo, the police
mems quarry. He won't be back"
She explained briefly what had
happened emitting only the men
ton of the marriage that the man
was purported to have made with a
girl who wore a white polo coat and
a big picture hat.
At the door Of the parsonage,
Bob swung her around, and his eyes
probed hers. For whatever it's
worth. remember I'm back of YOU.
II you want the man to escape.
hope he dOes-though I think he
ought to break his neck, person.
ally"
II don't want him." she repeated,
her voice breathless. "But hope he
escapes. If he doesn't, we'll see the
parsonage in the newspapers and it
won't sound nice. That's ALL"
mo. we can hush up that. ANY
people might have had such a
ledger. I'm glad I'm sticking
around for little while. You need
= buffer" His eyes crinkled into a
smile. -"Sarah Anne, when all of
this is over, and I'm my usual
Aard-ribbed self again, let's start a
friendship from scratch"
Start from scratch! Why hadn't
he said, Lets take what we have
and go on from here ?" But he
hadn't, so shc answered: ut sounds
like the best idea of an exciting
day. Blow bugle when you're
ready, and I'll meet you at the
starting line"
She Weakened at her usual time in
the morning. The church clock was
striking hall-past seven. She felt
weary and her body ached. The day
was being drawn back to yester-
day with heavy cord. She remem-
bered. She was in the shower in a
moment. She reached for a dark
blue suit, not so chic, not so allur-
ing as the one Bernice had worn,
but trim and attractive with it's
white linen collar. She knew that
today would be devoted to business.