Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-06-15
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with your plans, you won't be alone"
But, Henry, your patients?"
Damn my patients"
Hush! What a reckless doctor you are.
And, Henry. =" from her seat behind the
wheel she smiled upon him teasingly, 'IIl be
much safer in my own car driving myself.
That old thing of yours hasn't even shatter-
glass"
His face showed such astounding pain that
she cried Henry, darling l think you're
marvellous driver I was just in fun" And
that her good-by laughter and school
girls apology.
Henry presently realized the street was
empty and went in. He did his duty by his
patients but, soon as the last one was
served he got into the car Lucy had con-
demned and set out towards Lannack He
would follow her. watch over her. be sure
that she sheltered safe.
A she rushed on towards Lannack through
~ cluttered suburban country, town
after ugly town, Lucy was only vaguely
aware of the pursuing storm. IL seemed TO
her that she was swiftly outrunning its
threat and that the world of her adventure
was incapable of being less bright
She came in fact, still in the glazed light
of that setting orb to the long concrete wall
OF Peters factory and parked her smart
roadster at the end of row Of workmens
vehicles.
All about the factory lay a windy space
for landing and departure. Inside the four
square walls, like those Of a medieval town,
were the workshops covering several acres
OF flat land Lucy entered at an open gate
between brick posts, shyly gave Peters name
10 a Waterman and directed along an
anged labyrinth Of paths TO a small square
,,.I,a che
was still at work although the whistle had
been already blown.
The workers. struggling past gave Lucy
her accustomed tribute Of -stares and soft
whistlings of which she would have been
more aware by omission than by perform
ance.
In order 10 avoid them however. she got
herself out Of the main aises and came by
indirect trespass across a small patch of
gravel TO the side OF Peters laboratory. In
the wall before her at a level above her head,
an uncurtained window stood open and near
ing Lucy heard a voice. Peter was not alone.
She felt dismayed For some reason she
had been sure Of finding him ready for her
important confidence. There, beside the win
dow she faltered. Where could she wait until
the disconcerting interview was over?
1t occurred To her that a tap against the
sill a nod and reckoning might bring him
out for consultation. They could then arrange
a later meeting here or somewhere outside.
He might come 20 her car, drive off with her.
Lucy then made those two fatal steps
which await the feet Of every human way
farer She managed with an effort TO raise
herself and hands on the ledge, chin lifted,
she looked straight into the little room
Perhaps II was the queer glazed light OF
the hour and the weather, perhaps IT was
the condition Of her own mind but that room,
now and in retrospect took on the aspect Of
a stage.
The plaster walls had been tinted pale
green against them with startling value stood
out the prints and air-maps, the draughtsman
table. it's high stool the vanished desk, Peter
himself light sleek hair. chiselled pallor work
shirt and grey Stacks leaning back against
the desk his hands gripping its edge with
awkward intensity
us companion moved before him 10 and
I ! fro with all the aspect and the manner of
passionate performance. small and ener-
getic figure Lucy looked and looked again.
1t was the peripatetc guest who was talking
and her voice came soft and urgent, half
laughing with the mirth Of desperation, as an
angry mother laughs at her dear sons will
fulness.
But. Pete darling" said darling Peters
guest you must make up your mind. You
can't have both Of us, you know. II just Ism
done"
And this was Jackie Seymour who stopped
and nut hand on each OF his arms, and,
looking UP from her five feet three to his
six feet fairly shook him in her passionate
extremity
Jac<ies face was like the red red rose
OF Burns "luve' and her eyes were big and
round glittering with tears of happiness
anger. misery Lucy might not have recog-
nized the face. so changed was 1t from It's
usual bright and extroverted composure But
the wel-known voice, the little trim figure
the sport frock the efish dark curls rib
bon bound the neat small ankles and high
arched feet were JaclSe's and no other girls
And Lucy saw and heard and understood.
Peter said in slow grooming voice OF
utter wretchedness But. Lucy and as
though against the whole weight OF his WILL
put out his hands and, with closed eyes
Il nd hold har