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But by that time I was afraid of what she might tell me, so I waited. The date of George's trial came closer and closer, and Suzanne grew increasingly nervous. Then one Saturday morning, when neither of us had the excuse of work to take us away from the breakfast table, she looked at me with desperate determination in her eyes. "You must help me think, Nora," she said. "I'm in love with Tom Morley, you know. And yet I can't be in love with someone I can't respect." She laid it before me as though those few words had given me all the knewledge I needed to solve the problem! I asked, "Do you want to tell me about it? I know you've been seeing him." Suzanne frowned. "That's all of it. I can't believe how I came to let myself in for such a thing — with both of us really hating one another. We understood that it wasn't hate but something else. And now I don't know what to do with it. I can't stop seeing him. I've tried. He's already too important." "Then what's the problem, Suzanne? With most people it's the question Am I, or Am I Not, that causes the trouble. You seem to have worked out your answer. "What's the problem?" "Weren't you listening, Nora? How can I love him when he's still as insane as ever about you and Charles? He hasn't stopped praying that he'll find ways to make you suffer for his father's death. How can I love a man who has such a bitter loathing of the two people who are my dearest . . ." Her voice shook, and she stopped. I said nothing, appalled at the intensity of emotion she had carried around inside her for so many weeks. Appalled too at my own helplessness . . . for she asked a question I didn't dare to answer. To myself I said You can love a man you can't respect. Not forever, perhaps, but for long enough to learn just how much self-deception and shame you're capable of suffering. And it's a kind of love I pray you'll be spared. "It's his father," Suzanne was saying. "That's his dreadful blind spot. He can be so wonderful, Nora. If only there were some way to divorce him from the memory of that wicked man. Something he had to see, something he couldn't call a lie as he does everything you have told him . . ." Suddenly I remembered it — the brown manila envelope. The innocent-looking envelope that held all the dynamite Charles would have needed to blow the kingdom of Big John Morley into a million bits and pieces. Where was it now — lying uselessly in Charles's safe, perhaps? Or no — he had given it to Dorothy long ago to see if she couldn't persuade Tom to read through what was in it. Long ago — before Suzanne was in the picture at all; and that was why I had forgotten it. When Dorothy failed, as Charles and I had failed, we put the envelope away and out of our minds. But Suzanne was in the picture now. I told her about the envelope, and what was in it — details, dates, names, places, proof beyond question that Big John Mor . ley had stopped at nothing short of mur der in his greed for power and money "But that's it!" she said. "So far it's been words, all words! If this is what you say, Nora, he must admit it. He can't shrug away a fact by calling it a lie." "He can refuse to read it," I reminded her. "All of us tried once before to show it to him. But he wouldn't touch it." "I can," she said. "He'll read it if I take it to him. He knows I want nothing but what is right for him. . . Oh, he'll read it now, Nora. This is all we need!" On the verge of warning her that it might not be quite so simple, I held back. Stranger things had happened! The mere falling in love of Tom and Suzanne was strange enough. On the phone, I tracked the envelope down at Dorothy's apartment, and arranged for Suzanne to pick it up on her way to her luncheon date with Tom. A radiance shone from Suzanne when she went dashing out shortly afterwards. I sped her with a silent hope that all would go well. Then I gave myself time off to go shopping. I wasn't gone very long, so I was startled when I came back to see Suzanne flying about her room, throwing clothes on the bed and opening drawers with rough urgency. "What in the world?" I asked faintly. "Never mind. Never mind!" She came out of her closet and tossed her overnight bag on the bed. "Don't ask questions. I'm too young, I'm a fool, I've made a mistake. I want to get far away from here." "Where are you going? What is this?" "Oh, don't worry," she said. She straightened up and gave me a thin smile. "I'm not doing anything desperate. Durosha asked me last week if I'd substitute for Carla Monteggio, the pianist — you remember, she got appendicitis. I'm only going down to Baltimore for tomorrow." Without actually looking, I saw that she was taking more clothes than she would need for one day. She tucked them almost furtively into the bag. "I may stay a couple of days. I told Durosha last week I didn't want to go, but he made an issue of it so I thought I'd better — " Our eyes met and with appalling abruptness she collapsed on the bed. " %W 7"hat happened?" I asked gently. fY "Do you want to talk about it?" She nodded toward her desk, where I saw now that the brown manila envelope lay unopened as the last time I had seen it. Nothing had happened to it. . "He laughed in my face, Nora. He said — Oh, I don't want to remember. That I was one of you instead of being with him. How I'd been sly and sneaky, how I'd only pretended to be falling in love with him. If he knew! If he had the wit and sense to know how I'm feeling about him!" There was no comfort to offer. She wouldn't have heard words anyway. Suddenly she turned on me. "It's retribution! This is what we wanted to make him go through — Tom. Just as my belief in him is shattered, we were all trying to shatter his belief in his father! He was right to defend himself!" She stood up swiftly and walked away from me, as if she couldn't bear to be near. "If this is what you go through when you lose faith in someone you love, then Tom was right to