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While he keeps an eye on the people up here we'll pay a visit to Shirley's dressing room, and after that go down to the basement again. I can't account for it intuition, perhaps but I'm sure something's wrong." The heavy man's dressing room, pointed out to us by some employee passing through the hall, was empty. I led the way into Marilyn's quarters, but again no one was about.
What you overheard is insufficient ground for Shirley's conviction, unless you could make him confess, and I doubt you could make him do that." "Why?" This was Mackay. "Because I don't think he's guilty. At least" Kennedy, as always, was cautious in his statements, "not so far as anything we now know would indicate." "But his anger at Stella," I protested, "and Marilyn's remark "
Bridge down, it said, road flooded! Made the deuce of a time for me !" "Bridge?" remarked Marilyn looking up thoughtfully. "Flood?" echoed the minister sharply. "Yes. About two miles back where the highway crosses this valley. Put me in some fix. Had a bet on you know. Date with a lady. Staked a lot of money on winning, too. Hard luck," Then he looked across at Marilyn's attentive face. Ah!
Marilyn's fingers trembled but she held the little cold hand warmly and tried to keep back the tears that trembled in her eyes. "He didn't want to ! He just done it to be kind! But I couldn't see it ! That's what we argued !" Her voice grew fainter again. Marilyn with gentle controlled voice pressed the little cold hand again: "Never mind, Cherry dear it's all right!"
Severn and his wife had eaten long ago and gone about their early morning duties, and it had been Marilyn's duty to do the honors for the guests, so she drew a sigh of relief, and, evading Laurie's proffered arm slid into the pantry and let them go alone.
He was getting her at last! More on that line. "But it'll not be all loss," he added gallantly with a gesture of admiration toward her, "You see I didn't have any idea I was going to meet you." But Marilyn's eyes were regarding him soberly, steadily, analytically, without an answering smile.
The organ hushed into nothing. Marilyn arose, took Mark's arm, and together they stepped down and stood in front of the minister, who had come down the steps of the pulpit and was awaiting them, with Marilyn's mother sitting only a step away on the front seat.
Cherry clutched at Marilyn's arm, and looked up with far off gaze in which terror seemed frozen. The minister's daughter leaned farther over and gathered the fragile form of the sick girl in her arms tenderly, speaking in a soothing voice: "Listen Cherry. Don't be afraid. Jesus is here. He'll go with you!"
We were close to the entrance, just where a smart little speedster of light blue lined with white was parked at the edge of the narrow sidewalk. The sun, after a morning of uncertainty, had just struck through the haze, and it illuminated Marilyn's face and hair most delightfully as we both turned, somewhat in surprise.
There were deep dark circles under the limpid eyes that now were full of mortal pain, and pitiful lines around the cherry mouth that had been wont to laugh so saucily. The doctor stood by the window with the attitude of grave waiting. The helpful neighbor lingered in the doorway, holding her elbows and taking minute note of Marilyn's dress.
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