The Key West citizen. [volume] (Key West, Fla.) 1879-current, 1941-06-14
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elsewhere"
(Caroline.)
Anywhere you say"
81 don't suppose you'd want me
to- drop in at the Willesdon in
business hours"
How did you know"
MY spies are everywhere" said
the old amused voice. Tell you
what. I'll pick you up in the car.
We can talk and drive. O.K.?"
ok IFAT2 IAgAN
''It wasn't. but she couldn't be
a chooser.
She told him where she was.
She sn1oothed her brown curls,
used her vanity before the lobby
mirror, as she waited. Then stood
outside by the curb as she had
told him she would, and let the
spring wind blow her to pieces
again, staring east for his car.
She must try to keep herself out
of it entirely. Be short and busi-
nesslike and convincing. She tried
to arrange phrases as she stood
leaning forward, her tight little
short-skirted blue suit blown
against her.
He came from the other direc-
ton after all. His hand on her
arm made her jump. He stood
above her, tall, bareheaded, smil-
ing pleasantly. He had on the blue
pullover and gray Stacks she re-
membered, an overcoat slung on
his shoulders. He said, Hello,
kid, nice spring morning"
Hello, Martin. Thanks lot. /
won't keep, you long" g
"All the time in the world.
Here, you'll need this" It was her
own big sports leopard. Trousseau
stuff, bought in those few days
before they went to Honolulu.
Left at the apartment. Better not
be too silly and independent to,
take it, it would pawn. She let
him slip it over her thin suit.
THAT pie-eyed hat will blow off
in two minutes" he went on
easily. Wasn't there something in
the coat pocket?"
She found the beret and pulled
it on, still in silence. He helped
her into the car.
1t was a sports model she did
not remember; long, gray, oddly
shaped. 1t slid round the block
and west on the cross street to-
ward the nearest Riverside in
gress. The wind was sharp from
the Hudson. AS he had said, she
was glad Of the big furry coat. He
spoke again, when they were
nearly at the Henry Hudson toll
gate.
The Story
WELL, what about violetta?"
w Did you know her?"
"She used to do secretarial ex-
tras for my mother, ages ago. BY
the way, Mothers back from
South America"
"Oh--is she?"
Of she'd known that, Violetta
could have seen Mrs. Dane herself.
All this would have been spared.
Never mind
She forced herself to speak,
shortly and quietly.
HThe institute is firing Violetta.
It shouldn't. It's partly my fault.
I'm Just one Of those fools that
mess everything up"
There, she'd dragged herself
in.)
Martin said, grinning, Il
wouldn't say that. But things do,
seem to start up when you drop
in. Go on"
She stumbled on with her story.
Lewis training, Lewis idea of
her report on her per-
sonal relations with everybody.
And Lewis, finally, using her in
formation to throw Miss Lee out.
Saying frankly that it was dog
eat dog, that he was doing 1t be-
cause Miss Lee was dangerously
approved and admired by infiuen-
tial members of the board.
She tried to blame Lewis as lit
tie as possible. But as she talked.
she realized that. Lewis being SO
much closer to Martin than poor
Violetta, it all sounded, just the
same, as Violetta had said ii
would, like the resentment of q
couple of women with hysterical
persecution complex. And was
therefore perfectly futile.
But she is honest" Eileen
pleaded. "She hasn't an intention
or hope of undermining Lewis.
And she's never saved as she
should because of having this pas
sion for doing for her family. Her
mother IS old and sick and fussy.
And her way of life that she's
built up Is all she has to live for.
Doing luxury things for her
mother. Helping carry her broth
ers' and sisters children. Being a
Virginia lady out of hours in that
apartment. She's put all the do
nestle feelings on those things
that I guess she'd rather have
given to a husband and children
of her own"
That's not economies exactly.
Eileen"
"But this Isl" Eileen said. shes
close TO fifty, and the higher up
your job is the harder ii is for
YOU to get another. I've heard
them say it about people like her.
Nowhere &c 90 but of.
Martin let another silence fall
as they few 40 the Bronx Park
way Extension. He still drove like
a highly capable bat out Of hell.
To be continued