The Ypsilanti daily press. (Ypsilanti, Mich.) 1928-1962, 1945-01-08
Wolf in Mans Clothing

waited. He'd gone back to sleep, ]
thought; but as | started to move
away he spoke again in a jumbled
rush Of words, something that end
ed with the words yellow gloves
That was all I could understand,
for the rest was only humble and
he was soon overtaken by sleep
while ! stood there wondering what
yellow gloves" meant -.
Well, in the end decided he was
rambling.
As have indicated, my encounter
with the doctor and the state troop
er was not exactly conducive to a
quiet state of mind; there was also
the matter of the missing gun, and
the bullet that had been thrown out
And the story Drue had told me,
naturally, added to my uneasiness.
Craig Brent continued to sleep
heavily, without stirring or saying
anything more. After a while, find
ing it difficult to sit still, I drifted
to the deeply recessed bay windows
and looked out through the stream
ing rain. That was how it happened
that l saw Drue 20 to the garden
and return.
It was by that time fairly late in
the afternoon. The room and the
whole great house seemed perfectly
still, except for the rain.
The Brent house stood on the very
edge of little town called Balifold;
it was not quite country and not
quite suburb. 1t was, I believe,
among the outlyin.; hills of the
Berkshires. II Is a rather elegant
neighborhood. The Brent house it.
self was enormous, solid and ugly,
except where ivy had crept over the
chimneys and around the stone ball
ustrades, softening their rather
grim outlines.
The grounds were extensive and
were enclosed with a very high
stone wall. There were tall, grilled
iron gates, formal lawns, thick,
clipped shrubs, old trees and, d.
rectly below me, a wide slope Of
lawn, bordered by a tall thick
hedge. This hedge was broken at
one end by steps and another gate
which led, I guessed land correct
ly) to the garden, where my patient
was said to have been cleaning .
gun - at eleven o'clock Of q dark
February night
was looking down at the lawn
and steps when there was futtes
of a blue cape and Drue came hur-
riedly from somewhere out of my
range Of vision and crossed the
lawn. She was running, 10 the red
lining of her long blue nurses cape
fiuttered, and could see the hem
Of her starched white skirt Her
hood was pulled up over her head
but still I was perfectly sure it was
Drue. She disappeared down the
steps and behind the hedge and was
there for long time, for watched.
Indeed when Drue did emerge II
was perceptibly darker with the
fall of an early twilight. She came
directly toward the house and was
carrying something under her cape.
| was sure Of it because of the way
she held the edges Of the cape to-
gether, the crook Of her elbow be-
meath the heavy folds, and the oddly
surreptitious way she hurried To-
ward some side door.
However. it wasn't more than ten
minutes later that Drue appeared,
fresh and crisp in her white uni
form and cap, with only the color
in her lips and cheeks to prove that
she'd been running across the lawn
in what | could only describe as a
surreptitious way. She came in
quietly and went at once To stand
beside the bed.
Ito be continued)
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