Faintly in the distance they heard the closing of a door. "It's

Barry," Mary said, and suddenly a wave of self-consciousness swept over

her. What would Barry think to find her at this hour talking to Roger

Poole? And what would he think of Roger Poole, who walked in the

garden on a rainy night?

Roger saw her confusion. "I'll turn out this light," he said, "and

wait----"

And she waited, too, in the darkness until Barry was safe in his own

room, then she spoke softly. "Thank you so much," she said, and was

gone.




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