"I learned a lot about myself in that action," Judith said. "I'm against inflicting pain, and definitely against killing. Any killing. Of any kind. But when the lives of people around me were in danger, I didn't hesitate."

"It was a wise decision, or you wouldn't be around to tell of it," Tanya replied promptly.

"You know what I'd love to have?" Judith asked abruptly.

"No, what?"

"I think I'd like to have a portrait of me in my official suit, with my medal. That would look great in my den."

"I certainly have the time," Tanya said. "It will be my belated way of congratulating you. But, this time, you have to pose. Pose still, I mean."

"You certainly fooled me the first time," Judith said, laughing.

Ten days had passed and Malcolm's office seemed to have made little progress on Tanya's case. At times, she had the impression Malcolm wasn't telling the full story. He was always brief, evasive. She had the strange feeling he was closer to the killer-or the instigator, maybe-than he openly admitted.

The two weeks will be over soon, she thought. That's something to look forward to. Then she will be reunited with her man.

Kevin had visited her only twice, both times fairly late at night and in Judith's presence. He talked briefly about his new lab, the loss of money he had incurred in selling the collection of the French impressionists to three oriental countries, and the sudden, mysterious illness of his lawyer. He always appeared concerned, tense, and tired-very tired. It was a Kevin she hadn't known before.

It was a blessing to have Judith around, she was very good company, Tanya thought as she watched her friend fill a big ceramic vase with lukewarm water.

Judith took flowers from a long carton, read the note which came with it, and put the note in her pocket. She carefully arranged the flowers in the vase and set them on the side table.

"We've talked about nearly everything that's happened in your life in the last six months," Tanya said, watching Judith touch a flower with gentle fingers, "but you didn't mention your romance with the man who sends you roses."

"Oh, old story," Judith said. Her gaze dropped to the carpet. "Long story, too."

"I have plenty of time. That is, if you want to talk about it."

Judith glanced at her. "I do, if you promise not to laugh at me."




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