Arkansas State press., 1944-06-02

ing?"
II am going to Brazil" Mr., Taus-
sig replied. Here is some paper.
Please don't try to be either funny
or r~esoureeful. It's quite useless, |
assure YOU"
Anne sat without moving for an
instant What was the use? Then
she thought quickly, II would be
quite easy to leave some kind of a
story. She picked up the pen.
"'Dear Pete" Mr.. Taussig said.
81 believe that is what you call
him?-'I have decided to go away
with Richard Taussig.'"
Anne looked at him steadily.
Couldn't you spare me that humili-
alton. Mr.. Taussig7 He won't be-
lieve 1t. ! assure you. ! must have
told him already that I think you're
unbelievably repulsive."
Mr.. Taussig's face hardened into
the mottled oyster-gray.
,ntlnus. I know II will be a
shock after everything ! have said.
but that's the way 1t Is. want you
e tell Mother and I. . Dad or
Esther. whichever you say ="
SAs wrote Father" Pete would
know she'd never say that.
TEL them they are not TO try
70 and me. because they couldn't.
I'm sick Of the kind Of sheltered
LIE rye always had and this IL 4
chance I'll never get again. We're
flying to Costa RIGA. Ill write to
you some time. Lots . or do you
say loads of love-"
IT.. might a. well say loads. l
guess" she said. She tried to keep
her hand on the pen from shaking.
All she ever said really was
Yours" or "All the best angel"
II seemed funny. writing to him.
Everything inside her had gone a
little numb, all Of 4 sudden.
She pulled herself sharply togeth-
q. Where an I going?" she asked.
you are going halfway to Sac
Paolo. with me. in the plane out
there"
mot all the way?"
Mr.. Taussig shook his head. Fur
sermore, 1t Is a nonstop flight. II
-e interested"
>oked At him calmly. you
oot, getting out halfway
do3s 10 ].
alter Is warm and
help ourselves. are sharks, Of
~. lacuda . :"
them, frankly. You've
10 yOWhat a load you've taken off
mind"
nj Mr.. Taussig's mouth frightened to
4 thin line.
Take this envelope up. put the
letter in II and seal it. ! don't want
my own ingerprints on it. Thank
you. Now take another piece OF
paper and write to Mrs. Porter.
Dearest Sue,-Don't be shocked.
darling, but I'm going away with
Mr.. Taussig. | decided it this morn
ing. I'm sorry about Russel's
plans. I shouldn't have taken them
! put them"
He stopped. Write wherever you
did put them"
Anne wrote quickly: g. . inside
the skirt Of my blue jersey dinner
dress In the closet"
She looked up, clear-eyed. "Yes?"
Sign 1t, Miss Haywood"
She wrote. "Love-Anne."
Taussig motioned to her TO push
the letter over to him. He bent over,
reading It slowly. His hands shook
. little suddenly, his face was dis
torted and horrible. She shrank
back i~nstinctively. His hand moved
toward the gun on the table, and
stopped. He got up slowly.
Miss Haywood" he said, his
voice cold and deadly soft. you
are lying. Those plans are not in
your room. Nor do you have a blue
jersey dinner dress in your closet"
Anne got UP. A voiceless cry went
up inside her: Pete! Oh. Petel She
couldn't lie any longer, or stall for
time any longer.
Her voice was so steady and cool
that she hardly recognized it.
Nor. Mr.. Taussig, do l have the
plans. I haven't got them now. nor
have ! ever had them. The whole
thing, as you will probably remem
Der, was your own idea"
He stared at her, livid with fury.
In the darkened inner room Mig.
uel Valera moved the bolt on the
door slowly and silently. Pete
touched his arm, "Waitl" he whis-
pered.
The door to the inner room opened
as Mr. Taussig was starting slowly
toward Anne Haywood. Pete Will
cox took two quick steps to her side,
thrust her back across the room.
Taussig lurched for the revolver,
and ms Miguel Valera caught the
corner of the desk pad and hicked
the revolver onto the floor, he turned
and dashed out onto the gallery.
Diego Gongaro was already gone.
A door slammed; there was the
sound Of running feet in the court
yard.
Pete dashed across the room i.
and Anne leaned back against the