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In All My Dreams Continued from page 16 I'm — I'm not Robin Marshall." There was torture on his face. I looked at him more closely. There were differences in appearance from my memory of Robin. I had put them down to time and hardship, to years of sun and jungle wilderness. "You're trying to tell me you — aren't Robin?" He nodded. I looked at Dad and Ralph, who had returned with my cape, and I could see their anger. "Your — your Ralph," Robin said. "He found me on the street — I'd been hit by a car and was hurt. He said I looked like someone he once knew. He took me to his home. He — he asked me to pretend I was this man." I felt my heart grow empty. "But why — -what reason — " "He said you couldn't get over this dead man. He wanted to make you forget him. He said he knew what Robin was like but you didn't. If I played the part, made you see him \J\wy\ivouy4X NANCY CRAIG'S The Woman of Tomorrow, the Blue Network: Money to Bum: Help Defense by saving old newspapers and magazines, which can be converted into chipboard to make containers for shells. Extra inducement? Dealers pay anywhere from 25 to 40 cents per hundred pounds for old reading matter. If you prefer, you can phone some charitable organization to pick up what you've saved, and thus you'll be helping two ways, for whatever your contribution brings in funds will be used for welfare purposes. Tip: Don't call the dealer until you have a good-sized stack. That should be at least four feet high, with the papers in it folded once, just as they are when they come from the newsstand. for what he was, that would put an end to it." "You played it — so well." "I didn't know," he said hastily. "I thought it was an infatuation, the way he said. It seemed almost like a prank. But I couldn't do it, not when I saw what you were like. I couldn't hurt you. I'm sorry, Marion, believe me — " THE next insant he had run out and Dad and Ralph and I stood there. I was trembling as Ralph slipped my cape over my shoulders. I couldn't speak. All the way back to our apartment, in the taxi, none of us said anything. I was numb, unable to think or feel. I threw myself down on the sofa, stared through the window to the blinking lights outside. The coolness of the night breeze struck my face. I heard Dad say, "Ralph, we have to tell her." "Tell me what?" I demanded. "What is there to say? What could you say?" Ralph said, "More than you ever july, 1942 guessed. More than I want to tell you . . ." He lit a cigarette and I saw his hand was shaking. "You loved him, didn't you?" "You know that." "That's why we didn't tell you, why we couldn't tell you. And after the accident, we thought you'd forget him. But you didn't." His dark eyes seemed to burn into me. Dad said, "Maybe it would be better if we waited. Tonight, with the shock — " I told them if there were anything else, I wanted to know it. It was Dad who told me. He sat there on the sofa beside me and spoke very quietly. "You know about Robin's youth. Poverty, in a Pennsylvania mill town. Orphaned when he was six. How he struggled for an education, finally went to Detroit, studied engineering. He told you all that. But he didn't tell you about his friends, the gang in Detroit." He didn't mean — couldn't mean — Robin was a criminal — a thief — "Our firm had interests out there," Dad went on calmly. "You recall I used to go out there on business trips? Well, something happened. It involved me. Perfectly honest, but it would have looked bad, could have been made to look — crooked." "But Dad, you couldn't do anything dishonest. What was it that happened?" Ralph tried to explain. I didn't understand all the technicalities. It was a piece of property Dad had advised someone to sell at a loss because it appeared valueless. A week later some company bought it at a large price for a housing project. Dad knew a few people in the housing project. He hadn't known about the deal, but it could have been made to appear as if Dad profited by it. "Of course, he did nothing dishonest," Ralph exclaimed. "It was one of those flukes that happen. Only Robin Marshall found out about it, through his connections." "You mean, Robin tried to — " I couldn't form the words. "Blackmail," Dad said. "Robin had learned about the deal, the whole transaction. He demanded money to keep silent. I didn't care about myself. I could face it out in court and sooner or later prove my innocence. But it meant disgrace for you too. Better to pay him. It was weak, yet — " "Why did he come here, if you'd paid him already?" "He wanted more. But he hadn't counted on meeting you. At first, I didn't think the romance meant anything. I always thought you really loved Ralph." I looked at Ralph. "And you — " "I saw you were in love, Marion. 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