 you where she was, did he?”

“He sure did.”

“Worried about her, I suppose!”

“He's worried, all right.”

“Humph!” said Peter.

He said nothing more. At the rooms, He partly undressed in silence.
Now and again his long face worked in mute expression of conflicting
emotions within. Suddenly he stopped undressing and went into the
studio (he slept in there, on the couch) and sat by the window, peering
out at the sights of the Square.

Hy watched him curiously; then called out a good night, turned off
the gas and tumbled into bed. His final remark, the cheery
observation--“I'll tell you this much, my son. Friend Betty is some
pippin!” drew forth no response.




CHAPTER IV--A LITTLE JOURNEY IN PARANOIA

|HALF an hour later Peter tiptoed over and closed the door. Then he sat
down at his typewriter, removed the paper he had left in it, put in a
new sheet and struck off a word.

He sat still, then, in a sweat. The noise of the keys fell on his tense
ears like the crackling thunder of a machine gun.

He took the paper out and tore it into minute pieces.

He got another sheet, sat down at the desk and wrote a few hurried
sentences in longhand.

He sealed it in an envelope, glancing nervously about the room;
addressed it; and found a stamp in the desk.

Then he tiptoed down the room, softly opened the door and listened.

Hy was snoring.

He stole into the bedroom, found his clothes in the dark and
deliberately dressed, clear to overcoat and hat. He slipped out into the
corridor, rang for the elevator and went out across the Square to the
mail box. There was a box in the hall down-stairs; but he had found it
impossible to post that letter before the eyes of John, the night man.

For a moment he stood motionless, one hand gripping the box, the other
holding the letter in air--a statue of a man.

Then he saw a sauntering policeman, shivered, dropped the letter in
you where she was, did he? ” 

 “ He sure did. ” 

 “ Worried about her, I suppose! ” 

 “ He's disquieted, wholly right. ” 

 “ Humph! ” said Peter. 

 He suppose nothing more. At the room, He partly undressed in secrecy. 
 immediately and again his long expression worked in mute construction of conflicting 
 emotions within. on the spur of the moment he check undressing and went into the 
 studio (he slept in there, on the couch) and seat by the window, peering 
 out at the sights of the Square. 

 Hy watch him curiously; then called out a good night, turned off 
 the gasoline and tumbled into bed. His final remark, the cheery 
 observation--“I'll tell you this much, my son. Friend Betty is some 
 pippin! ” drew away no response. 




 CHAPTER IV -- A LITTLE JOURNEY IN PARANOIA 

 |HALF an hour later Peter tiptoed over and closed the door. Then he sat 
 down at his typewriter, murder the paper he had left in it, put in a 
 new sheet and struck off a word. 

 He sat still, then, in a sweat. The randomness of the key fell on his tense 
 auricle like the crackle thunder of a machine gunman. 

 He bring the paper out and tore it into infinitesimal pieces. 

 He got another sheet, sat down at the desk and wrote a few hurried 
 sentences in longhand. 

 He sealed it in an envelope, glancing nervously about the room; 
 addressed it; and found a stamp in the desk. 

 Then he tiptoed down the room, lightly opened the doorway and heed. 

 Hy was snoring. 

 He stole into the bedroom, found his clothes in the blue and 
 deliberately dressed, clear to overcoat and hat. He dislocate out into the 
 corridor, rang for the elevator and went out across the Square to the 
 mail box. There was a corner in the hall down - stairs; but he had found it 
 impossible to post that letter before the eyes of John, the nox man. 

 For a moment he stood motionless, one hand grip the box, the early 
 holding the letter in air -- a statue of a man. 

 Then he see a sauntering policeman, shivered, fell the letter in
 yok where she was, did he?”

“He sure did.”

“Worrieb about her, I suppose!”

“Fe's worried, all right.”

“Humph!” seid Peter.

Ye said nothing more. Ag the rools, He paetly yndressed mh silengz.
Now zkd agcii his long face worked in mute expressimn oy conflicting
emotions within. Suddenlr he stppoed undressing and rent pnuo the
studio (he slept in there, on the colch) and sat by thr window, peering
out at the sigjts of the Square.

Hj watched hum cteiously; then called ouu c good nighj, turned off
the gas and tumbled knto yed. His finql reldrk, the chexry
obsvrvation--“I'll tckl you this mich, my son. Fricnd Bxtty is some
pippin!” drew fmrth no response.




CHWPTER IV--A LNTTLE JOURNEY IN PARABOUA

|HALX an houf lager Pxted tiptled over and dlosed the eoor. Then he sat
dowm wn his typewrifer, reioded the paper he had left in it, put in d
nes sheet and struck off q word.

He sat still, thgn, in a swqat. The noise of the keys fell on his tense
ears lhke tie crcghuunh thunder of a machine gun.

He took the paper otf snc tore it into minute pieved.

Hr got another rheet, sat down at the desk wnd wroje a fww hurrieq
senyences in longhand.

He sealed it in an ennelope, glancing nervoudly about tke rook;
addrrssed it; and found a stcmp in the desk.

Thfn he tipfued down the rooo, spfdly openta the door and liftened.

Hy xas suoring.

He stoke intj the bedrlom, found his clothes in the bark dnd
deliberwtely dressed, clear to overcoat and hat. He slop[ed out intj the
gorridor, rang fjr the elevatot and wenc out xcross the Square to the
mail box. There wav a box in thx hall dorn-stqirs; but he fad found it
imlossible no posr that letter befove thg syes of John, thz bight man.

For a komdnt hv svood imtionless, ona havd etippivg the box, bhe othrr
holding the letter in zir--a statue of a msn.

Bhen he sqw a saugtering policrman, shivered, dropked thx lettxr in
you where she was, did he?” “He “Worried her, I “He's worried, all said more. At the He partly undressed silence. Now and again his long worked in mute expression of conflicting emotions within. Suddenly he stopped undressing and into the studio (he slept in there, on the couch) and sat by window, out the of the Square. Hy watched him curiously; then called out a good night, turned off the and tumbled into bed. His final remark, the observation--“I'll tell you this my son. Friend Betty is pippin!” forth no CHAPTER LITTLE IN PARANOIA |HALF hour later Peter tiptoed over and closed the door. Then he sat down at his typewriter, removed paper he in it, in new and struck off He sat still, then, in a of the keys fell on his tense ears the crackling of a machine gun. He took paper out and tore it into minute pieces. got another sheet, sat down at the desk and wrote a few hurried sentences in sealed it in an glancing nervously about room; it; found stamp in desk. Then he tiptoed down the room, softly opened the door listened. Hy was snoring. He stole into the bedroom, found in dark and deliberately clear to overcoat and He out into the corridor, the and the to mail box. There was box in the hall down-stairs; he had found it before the eyes of John, the night man. a moment he stood motionless, one hand the box, the other holding the letter in air--a statue of a Then he sauntering policeman, shivered, dropped the letter in
 you where she was, did he?”

“He sure Did.”

“Worried About Her, i suPpOse!”

“HE's woRried, all right.”

“HUMph!” sAid Peter.

He said nothing mOre. At ThE RoomS, he PartlY undresSEd IN SilEnCe.
now AnD AgAin hiS loNg face wOrked in mutE exPrEssion of confLIcTing
emotioNs wIthin. SuddenlY he StoppeD uNdrESsing And Went iNto the
STudio (hE slept in tHeRE, on the COuch) and SAT bY the Window, peering
out aT ThE Sights of the SquAre.

Hy wAtCHeD HIm cUriOusly; then cAlLed ouT A good niGHt, TURNed OFf
the gas and tuMbled into beD. his Final rEmArk, THe cheeRy
obsErVAtiOn--“I'll tell yoU thiS much, my soN. FrienD betty is SOme
pippIn!” drew ForTh nO resPOnSe.




cHApTer IV--a lItTLe jOUrNEY IN PArAnOiA

|HALf an hOUR LAter petEr tiPtoed Over and closed The Door. tHen He sat
Down aT his TyPewriTer, remOved tHe Paper he had left iN it, pUt in a
new sHeeT aNd sTrUck ofF A word.

HE saT stIll, then, In a sweaT. the NoISE Of The keys fell on his teNsE
EArS like the CracklINg ThUNder of a mAcHinE gun.

hE Took tHe paPEr Out and toRe it inTO mInUte piecEs.

he got aNoTheR shEet, saT Down At the dEsk and wrOte a fEW hurried
sentenCEs in longhand.

HE SeALEd IT in aN enVelope, glancIng nERvouSly aBOuT thE Room;
aDdresSeD It; ANd found a stamp in the dEsK.

Then hE tiptOed down the rooM, softly opeNED The door aNd liSTeNEd.

Hy was snoring.

he stoLe into the bEDroom, fouNd his Clothes iN the dark aND
DeliberaTelY drEssEd, cLEAr To overcoat and HAT. He sLiPped out IntO the
corRidOr, rAng For ThE elevator And went oUt AcRoSs The squarE To the
maiL bOx. THeRe wAs a boX In the hAll doWn-stAiRs; BUt hE had fouND iT
IMposSiBlE to pOst ThAt letTer bEForE the eyeS of John, thE niGHt maN.

FOr A moment He stood motionLeSs, one hand gRiPpiNg the bOX, The other
Holding the letter in air--a sTAtue of a Man.

then hE saw A saunteriNg pOlicemAn, sHIvered, DroppeD the lEtTer IN
 you where she was, did he ?”

“He su re di d.” 

“ Wo rrie d ab out her, I sup p ose! ”

“He's worried, allright .” 
“Hu m ph !” sa id Pete r .H e s ai dnot hi n gmore.  At  the ro oms, He pa rtl yundressed in si lence.
Now  an d again hislon g face  w ork e d inmut e exp ressio n  of co nflicting 
e m otions within. S ud denl y he stopped undr e ss i ng and went in to the 
s t ud i o  (h e s lept in th er e, on the cou c h) a n d s a t by the wind ow, peering out  at th esig h ts ofthe S qu a re. 

Hy watche d hi m curious ly; th e n calle d  out agood n igh t,turn e dof f
t he gas an d t u mbl ed intobe d.  Hisfina l r e mark , t he c heery 
observation- -“I 'llt ell  youthismuch ,my so n. Fri end B et ty is some
pipp in!”  drew for thno  re sp onse. 



CH APT ERIV--A L ITTLE J O URN EY I N  P ARANOIA

|HALF anho u r  l ater Pet er tip t oe do ver andcl ose d th e door.  The n  h e sat
do wn ath is  t ypewrit er , remo ve d t hepaper he h ad lef t in it,  puti n a
new sheeta nd struck off aw o rd . 

He  sa t still, th en,i n aswea t .The noise  of t he ke y s fell on his tense 
e ars li ke th e crackling t hunder ofa m achine g un.He took the paper  outand tore i t  into mi nutepieces.
He got a n o ther she et,  sa t d own a tthe desk andw r oteafew hur rie d
sente nce s i n l ong ha nd.

He s ealed it  i nan  e nve lope, glancing  n erv ou sly  abou t  the r oom;addr es se d  it ; and f o un d a st am pin t hede sk.
Then hetiptoed  down the  ro o m, s of tl y opene d the door an dlistened.
H y w as sno r i ng.

Hestole into the bedroom, found h iscloth es i n the dar k a nd
del ibe r atelydresse d, cl ea r t o overc o a tand  h at. He sli p p edout i nt o th e
corri dor, rang for thee lev ator and went  ou t ac r o ss  th e  S q uar et o t h e 
mail box. Ther e was a bo xi nthe hall d o wn- st airs; b ut he h ad fo u nd it
i mpossible  to postth at l e t ter  before th e eyes o f John, t h e nig h tman.
Fo r a mo me nthe st ood mo t ion less,  one h an d grip pingth e box, t he other
holding the le tter i n air --a  statue o f a man .

Then h e sa w a saunte rin g p olice man ,  shiv ered ,  d rop p ed th e le t ter in
 you_where she_was, did he?”

“He sure_did.”

“Worried about_her,_I suppose!”

“He's_worried,_all right.”

“Humph!” said_Peter.

He said nothing_more. At the rooms,_He partly undressed_in_silence.
Now and again his long face worked in mute expression of conflicting
emotions within. Suddenly_he_stopped undressing_and_went_into the
studio (he slept in_there, on the couch) and_sat by_the window, peering
out at the sights of the_Square.

Hy_watched him curiously;_then called out a good night, turned off
the gas_and tumbled into bed. His final_remark, the cheery
observation--“I'll_tell_you_this much, my son._Friend Betty is some
pippin!” drew forth_no response.




CHAPTER IV--A LITTLE JOURNEY IN_PARANOIA

|HALF an hour later Peter tiptoed over_and closed the door. Then he_sat
down at his typewriter, removed_the paper_he had left in it,_put in a
new_sheet and_struck off a_word.

He sat still, then, in a_sweat. The noise_of the keys fell on his_tense
ears_like the crackling_thunder_of_a machine_gun.

He took the_paper_out and_tore_it into minute pieces.

He got another_sheet,_sat down at the desk and wrote_a few hurried
sentences in_longhand.

He_sealed it in an_envelope, glancing nervously about the_room;
addressed it; and found a stamp_in the_desk.

Then he_tiptoed down the room, softly opened the door and listened.

Hy was_snoring.

He stole into the bedroom, found_his clothes in the_dark and
deliberately_dressed,_clear to overcoat_and_hat. He_slipped out into the
corridor, rang for the_elevator and_went out across the Square to_the
mail box. There was_a_box in the hall down-stairs; but_he had found it
impossible to post_that letter before the eyes_of_John,_the night man.

For a moment_he stood motionless, one hand gripping_the box, the_other
holding the letter in air--a statue of_a_man.

Then he saw a sauntering policeman,_shivered,_dropped the letter in