 speak unfeelingly
but it was mighty convenient your uncle died just as your business
failed. Wasn't it too bad about Miss Whitehall?"

"Very unfortunate, poor girl. Bad for me but worse for her."

"She had no idea it was coming, I suppose?"

He looked up sudden and sharp:

"_What_ was coming?"

His small gray eyes sent a glance piercing into mine, full of a quick,
arrested attention.

"Why--why--the ruin of Mr. Harland."

"Oh, _that_," he was easy again, "I thought you meant the suicide. I
don't know whether she knew or not. Waiter"--he turned and made one of
those grandstand plays to the waiter--"take this away and bring on the
next."

"She'd have known that night as soon as she heard he was dead but I
guess she was so paralyzed she didn't think of herself."

"I don't know what she thought of. She wasn't in the office."

I dropped my eyes to my plate. Eliza crossing on the ice didn't have
anything over me in the way she picked her steps.

"Oh, she'd gone before it happened?"

"Yes. I left early myself that night--before she did. I was halfway home
when I remembered some papers I'd said I'd go over and had to hike back
for them. She was gone when I got there. And just think how gruesome it
was, when I was going down in the elevator Harland jumped, struck the
street a few minutes before I reached the bottom."

Could you beat it! Knowing what had been done in that closed office,
knowing what was going to be done while he was sliding down from story
to story and then getting it off that way, as smooth as cream. A sick
feeling rose up inside me. I wanted to get away from him and see an
honest face and feel the cold, fresh air. Dining with a gunman wasn't as
easy as I'd thought.

Tony Ford, leaning across his plate, tapped on the cloth with his knife
handle to emphasize his words:

"He must have been up that side corridor waiting. When he heard the gate
shut and the car go down, he came out, walked to
speak unfeelingly 
 but it was mighty convenient your uncle died barely as your clientele 
 failed. Wasn't it too bad about Miss Whitehall? " 

 " Very inauspicious, poor girl. Bad for me but regretful for her. " 

 " She had no idea it was occur, I suppose? " 

 He looked up sudden and astute: 

 " _ What _ was coming? " 

 His small gray center sent a glance pierce into mine, full of a quick, 
 collar attention. 

 " Why -- why -- the ruin of Mr. Harland. " 

 " Oh, _ that _, " he was easy again, " I remember you meant the suicide. I 
 don't know whether she knew or not. Waiter"--he turned and construct one of 
 those grandstand plays to the waiter--"take this away and bring on the 
 next. " 

 " She'd have known that nox as soon as she heard he was dead but I 
 guess she was so paralyzed she didn't remember of herself. " 

 " I don't know what she thought of. She wasn't in the office. " 

 I dropped my eyes to my plate. Eliza crossing on the ice didn't have 
 anything over me in the way she pluck her steps. 

 " Oh, she'd gone before it happen? " 

 " Yes. I leave early myself that night -- before she suffice. I was halfway home 
 when I remembered some papers I'd said I'd proceed over and had to hike back 
 for them. She was gone when I got there. And precisely think how gruesome it 
 was, when I was going down in the elevator Harland jumped, hit the 
 street a few minutes before I reach the bottomland. " 

 Could you beat it! Knowing what had been done in that shut office, 
 knowing what was going to be done while he was sliding down from story 
 to story and then getting it off that way, equally smooth as cream. A sick 
 feeling rose up inside me. I wanted to have away from him and see an 
 honest boldness and feel the cold, clean air. Dining with a gunman wasn't as 
 easy as I'd thought. 

 Tony Ford, leaning across his denture, tapped on the cloth with his knife 
 handle to emphasize his words: 

 " He must have been up that side corridor waiting. When he heard the gate 
 shut and the car rifle down, he came out, walked to
 spfak unfeelingly
but it war mighty convennwnt yonr uncls died jjst as your business
failed. Wesn't it tio bad about Miss Whitdhall?"

"Very unfortubate, poor girl. Uzd for me but aorsz hor her."

"She had ko idea it fas coming, I sgpoode?"

He looked up sudden and sharp:

"_What_ was cokijg?"

His small grwy ejef sehn c glance piercing into mine, fulm of a xuick,
arrested attention.

"Why--why--the ruin ov Mr. Harland."

"Oh, _that_," he was easy atain, "U thought yoj meant tht vuicide. I
dkn't know whether she knew or nog. Waicer"--he turnee qnd kade one of
vhose drandstand plays to dhe waiyer--"take this aeay ane bring on the
next."

"She'v have known that nidht as somn as she heard he qaw deag bud I
gjwss sht wes ao parwlyved she didh't think of herself."

"I don't know wrqt she thoughf of. Sre wasn't in the office."

I dropped my eyes tm mg plate. Eliza crossing in the ice didn't have
wnything jver me in the way she picked her steps.

"Oh, she'd gote behofe nb fqpoened?"

"Yes. I left early myself that night--before aht dpd. I was halfway mome
when I remembetef xjme papers I'd said N's fo over and had to hike bwck
foe them. Sht was gone when I got there. And hust think hjq gruesome it
was, wken I was gonng doen in the elevator Harland jbmped, atruck the
shreet a fsd minutes before I geacved the bottom."

Could you bewt it! Knoxing chat had beem done in that cposed office,
knowing what was yoing to be donf while he was sliding down from story
to stori atd nhen gettnng it off that way, as smooth as eream. A fick
fdeling rosv up insive me. I wantqd to get awaf from him anv see an
hjnesr faxe and wdel the cold, ftesh air. Bnning wity a gunman wasn't ax
earg as I'd thought.

Cuby Ford, leaning acfosf jix [nate, tapped mn tfe zkoth dith his knlfe
fandke to emphasize his forda:

"He must have been ui that siee corriqor waiting. Wnen he heard the gwte
shnt and the var go down, he came out, walked to
speak unfeelingly but it was mighty convenient died as your failed. Wasn't it "Very poor girl. Bad me but worse her." "She had no idea it coming, I suppose?" He looked up sudden and sharp: "_What_ was coming?" His gray eyes sent a glance piercing into mine, full of a quick, arrested "Why--why--the of Harland." _that_," he was easy again, "I thought you meant the suicide. I don't know whether she or not. Waiter"--he turned and made one of grandstand plays to the this away and bring on next." have known night soon she heard he dead but I guess she was so paralyzed she didn't think of herself." "I don't know what thought of. in the I my to my plate. on the ice didn't have anything the way she picked her steps. "Oh, she'd before it "Yes. I left early myself that she did. I was halfway home when I some papers I'd said I'd go over and had to hike back for them. She when I got there. just think how it when was down in elevator Harland jumped, struck the street a few minutes before I the bottom." Could you beat it! Knowing what had been that office, knowing what going to be done he sliding down from story and getting way, smooth cream. A sick feeling up inside me. I wanted get away from him and feel the cold, fresh air. Dining with gunman wasn't as easy as I'd thought. Ford, leaning across his plate, tapped on the cloth with his knife to emphasize "He must have been up that side corridor When he heard the shut and the car go down, he came out, to
 speak unfeelingly
but it was mIghty conveNient YouR unClE dieD jusT as your businesS
FailEd. Wasn't it too bad about MiSs WhiTeHAll?"

"VERy UnforTunate, pOOr GIRl. BAd FoR me BuT WoRse foR heR."

"She had No idea it waS coMiNg, I suppose?"

He LOoKed up suddeN anD sharp:

"_What_ waS coMing?"

HiS sMalL Gray eYes Sent a Glance PIercinG into mine, FuLL of a quICk,
arresTED aTtenTion.

"Why--why--the ruin OF MR. harland."

"Oh, _that_," hE was eaSy AGaIN, "i thOugHt you meant ThE suicIDe. I
don't KNoW WHEthER she knew or not. waiter"--he turNEd aNd made OnE of
THose grAndstAnD PlaYs to the waitEr--"taKe this awaY and brINg on the
NExt."

"She'd Have knOwn ThaT nigHT aS sOon As SHe hEArD he WAs dEad but I
gUeSs She waS so pARALYzed She Didn'T thinK of herself."

"I doN't kNow wHAt sHe thoUght oF. She WaSn't in The offIce."

I dRoPped my eyes to my pLate. eliza crosSinG oN thE iCe didN'T have
aNytHinG over me In the waY She PiCKED hEr steps.

"Oh, she'd gone bEfORE iT happeneD?"

"Yes. I lEFt EaRLy myself ThAt nIght--BEFore sHe diD. i wAs halfwaY home
wHEn i rEmemberEd Some paPeRs I'D saId I'd gO Over And had To hike baCk
for THem. She was gone wHEn I got there. AnD JuST ThINk hoW grUesome it
was, When i Was gOing DOwN in THe eleVator haRLaND jumped, struck the
strEeT a few mInuteS before I reachEd the bottoM."

cOUld you beAt it! kNoWIng what had been Done iN that closeD Office,
knOwing What was gOing to be dONE while he Was SliDinG doWN FrOm story
to storY ANd thEn Getting It oFf that wAy, aS smOotH as CrEam. A sick
fEeling roSe Up InSiDe mE. I wanTEd to get aWaY frOm Him And seE An
honeSt facE and FeEl THe cOld, fresH AiR. dIninG wItH a guNmaN wAsn't aS
easY As I'D thoughT.

Tony Ford, LeaNIng aCrOsS his plaTe, tapped on the ClOth with his KnIfe
Handle TO EmphasizE his words:

"He must have been UP that siDe cOrridOr waIting. When He hEard thE gaTE
shut aNd the cAr go dOwN, he CAMe out, WALkEd tO
 speak unfeelingly
but itwas mighty  conv eni ent  y ouruncl e died just as your  business
failed. Wasn 't it  t o o ba d  a boutMiss Wh i te h a ll? "
" Ver yu nf ortun ate , poorgirl. Badfor  m e but worsef or  her."

"S hehad no ideaitwas co mi ng, I sup pos e?"
He loo k ed upsudden an ds harp:"_What_ w as  com ing?"

His smallg ra y  eyes sent a g lancepi e rc i n g i nto  mine, ful lof aq uick,
a r re s t e d a t tention.

"Wh y--why--the rui n of M r.  Ha r land." 

"Oh ,_ tha t_," he was  eas y again,"I tho u ght you meant t he sui cid e.I
do n 't  k now  w h eth e rshe kne w or not .Wa iter" --he t u r nedand  mad e one  of
those gra nds tand pla ys to  thewait er --"ta ke thi s awa yand bring on th e
ne xt."

"Sh e'd  h ave  k nownt hat ni ght  as  soon a s she h e ard  h e w as  dead but I
guesssh e wa s so par alyzed sh ed idn't th in k o f he r s elf." 

"I do n't know  whats he  t houghtof . Shewa sn' t i n the offi ce."
I droppe d mye yes to my plat e . Eliza cross i ng o nt he i cedidn't have 
any t hing  ove r  m e i n  theway s he pi c ked her steps.

"Oh ,she'dgonebefore it hap pened?"

" Y e s . I left  ear l ym yself that nig ht--b efore shed id. I wa s hal fway hom e
when Ir e membered  so mepap ers I 'd  said I'd goo v er a nd  had to  hi ke back 
fo r t hem . S he  was gone  when Igo tth er e.And j u st think  h owgr ues ome i t 
was,whenI wa sgo i ngdown in th e elev at or  Har lan djumpe d, s t ruc k the
s treet a f ewm inut es  b efore I  reached thebo ttom."

Co ul d y ou bea t it! Know ing what had been donei n thatclo sed o ffic e,
knowin g w hat wa s g o ing to  be do ne wh il e h e was s l i di ngdo wn from st o r y
t o sto ry  and  then g etting it off that way , as smooth a s c ream . Asic k 
f e eli ng ros e up inside me. I  wanted to  g e taway fromh iman d see a n
hones t fac e  and fe el the co ld, fresh  a ir.D i nin g with a g unman wa sn't as
e a sy as I' d tho ugh t.

To ny  Fo rd, l eaning acr oss h is pla te , tapp ed on  t he cloth  with his knife
handleto emp hasiz e h is words: 

" H e m ust havebeen  up that s ide  co rrido r w a iting . Wh e nheh eardtheg ate
shuta nd  th e ca r go down,h e cam e out , w a lked t o
 speak_unfeelingly
but it_was mighty convenient your_uncle died_just_as your_business
failed._Wasn't it too_bad about Miss_Whitehall?"

"Very unfortunate, poor girl._Bad for me_but_worse for her."

"She had no idea it was coming, I suppose?"

He looked up sudden_and_sharp:

"_What_ was_coming?"

His_small_gray eyes sent a glance_piercing into mine, full of_a quick,
arrested_attention.

"Why--why--the ruin of Mr. Harland."

"Oh, _that_," he was_easy_again, "I thought_you meant the suicide. I
don't know whether she knew_or not. Waiter"--he turned and made_one of
those grandstand_plays_to_the waiter--"take this away_and bring on the
next."

"She'd have known_that night as soon as she_heard he was dead but I
guess she_was so paralyzed she didn't think_of herself."

"I don't know what_she thought_of. She wasn't in the_office."

I dropped my_eyes to_my plate. Eliza_crossing on the ice didn't have
anything_over me in_the way she picked her steps.

"Oh,_she'd_gone before it_happened?"

"Yes._I_left early_myself that night--before_she_did. I_was_halfway home
when I remembered some papers_I'd_said I'd go over and had to_hike back
for them. She_was_gone when I got_there. And just think how_gruesome it
was, when I was going_down in_the elevator_Harland jumped, struck the
street a few minutes before I reached the_bottom."

Could you beat it! Knowing what_had been done in_that closed_office,
knowing_what was going_to_be done_while he was sliding down from story
to_story and_then getting it off that way,_as smooth as cream._A_sick
feeling rose up inside me. I_wanted to get away from him_and see an
honest face and_feel_the_cold, fresh air. Dining with_a gunman wasn't as
easy as I'd_thought.

Tony Ford, leaning_across his plate, tapped on the cloth_with_his knife
handle to emphasize his words:

"He_must_have been up that side corridor_waiting._When_he heard the gate
shut and_the car go down, he came_out, walked to