Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-08-10

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ference. If it wasn't for the
storm there'd be no chance at
all" Kay's eyes were shining.
Gilbert, this is our one hope. II
it's Terry Alice is going to accuse
she won't be able to get any
where without a motive"
Gilbert was looking at her, his
face a mixture of anxiety and
hope.
You really think you can do
it?"
"Of course. And / can get the
securities back too. I'll go right
away. I'll take you to your room.
You can lend me a raincoat. /
can slip out easily without being
seen. And If / skirt around the
oleanders of the drive l can get
to the dock without going near
the slave-cottage."
Gilbert's hand went out hest
family. Kay, 1 shall never be
able to thank you. J."
Nonsense. Come on"
Kay took the handle of the
wheel chair and pushed her
brother-in-law TO the library door
She opened the door. peering
down the deserted corridor to
make sure they were unobserved
Then she trundled the wheel-chair
the short distance to Gilbert's
room.
The storm had accelerated the
dusk and ii was dark, almost
night in the room. Kay turned
on a light, Illuminating Gilbert s
poignantly vigorous athletic
photographs on the wall Gilbert
said:
You'll find a trench coat in
the closet, Kay. TIN be TOO big,
I'm afraid"
"All the better"
Kay went to the closet and
found the coat. When she slipped
it on, it came almost to the
ground.
This will keep me beautifully
dry" She smiled at Gilbert and,
bending. impulsively kissed his
cheek. Keep your fingers
crossed for me, Gilbert. Good
bye"
She moved to the closed French
windows Cautiously she opened
one, having to press against it TO
keep the wind and rain from
surging into the room. With a
final glance at Gilbert, she
squeezed out into the rain.
For the first few seconds she
had to stand still, bracing her
self against the storms strength.
1t was an extraordinary sensa-
ton. In the queer rain-dusk. the
garden. everything around her,
had no color, no definite shape.
1t was as if she had stepped out
Of reality into a blurred photo
graph.
The rain, flashing down with
tropical fury. blinded her and
stung like pins against her
cheeks. A sudden lightning flash
turned the world into a fantastic
spangle Of tinsel raindrops with
a suggestion Of vague objects be-
hind. Thunder surged and, where
before there had been nothing but
elemental light, now everything
was sound.
Sheathed in the coat, Kay
moved away from the French
windows. She had TO trust 20
memory more than TO bearings.
The slave cottage where Con-
stable Masters was sheltering
lay ahead and to the left. She
must swerve TO the right, hit the
drive, follow IL down to the BIZ
cycle shed and then around the
shed through the cedars TO the
dock.
Stumbling because she could
not even see the coral rocks at
her feet. Kay reached the drive
She could feel the soft sand under
the soles of her espadrilles The
roar of the rain never slackened
its tempo for second, until II
seemed TO become a permanent
sound that had always been there.
But Kay's feeling of urgency
dwarfed everything else. On the
island, hidden clumsily under the
mattress OF Ivor's bed. was not
only all that was left Of the Chill
terms financial future, but also
that criminal evidence against
Terry. damning enough in itself
but infinitely damning now that
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