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you have the great disadvantage of being feminine, but you've about overcome that already." Kenzie laughed. "How old is he?" "Twelve, going on thirteen." "He'll learn," Kenzie said. MICHAEL waited over a week for a call from Dave Phelps. Finally it came, and Michael was asked to call again at Phelps' office. "I believe you're the Michael West who was in Riverfield about five years ago," Phelps began. "Yes," Michael answered steadily. "I am." "There was a small matter of an indictment?" . "There was." "And according to the records, you have never been cleared of the charges made in that indictment?" "That is correct." "And may I ask what you have discovered in your search for proof as to Mr. Kincaid's motives?" "Very li-ttle," Michael admitted, "except that there are several cases mentioned in the documents of this state, in which the matter of timing in such suits as this was admitted as prima facie evidence of intent." He paused. "Evidence of intent?" Phelps said with hostility. "Yes, of intent," Michael said coolly, "and, of course, that was the rub. So now, on behalf of Mr. Bates and Mrs. Kincaid, I invite you to enter the suit, as you had planned." Phelps got excited. "I'll discredit you as a witness, West. I'll air all the dirty linen I can find about you. I'll see to it that you won't hold your head up again in this town." "All right," Michael said placidly. "If you can get me to the witness stand." "I'll get you there if I have to drag you!" Phelps got up out of his chair and walked about the office. "And what's more," he blazed at Michael, "I'll show so much evidence on Kenzie Bates that he'll never get another client in this town! You hear me?" "Mr. Bates is prepared for that," Michael said, still calm. "His affection for Mrs. Kincaid is such that he's willing to face it." "You'll be a laughing stock," Phelps threatened. "I'm used to that," Michael answered. "And now if you have no more to say, I'll be going along." "No more." Phelps scowled. Later, when Michael was telling Carol and Kenzie about it, he chuckled. "We've got him on the defensive," he said. "He's the one who doesn't want to go to court "now. He doesn't know what to expect. I'm not sure whether or not he knows that old indictment against me was dropped years ago, but he tried to make me believe it was still open. I didn't disillusion him. "And I pretended the matter of unpleasant publicity was absolutely unimportant to Kenzie. It's a bluff, but I believe it'll work. Now we'll let him stew a while." "I don't see why you ever ran out on the profession," Kenzie said. "You must have been top notch as a lawyer." "Carol will tell you all about it some Lime," Michael replied. "All right Michael," Carol answered, "if you want it that way." Kenzie left them together then in the big living room of the Bates house. "I never told that story about Riverfield to anyone else," Michael said. "And it hurt me to tell you so I guess I'll never repeat it again." "I hope you never have to," Carol answered. "But Michael, don't you see, when you admit it hurts you, and you let that hurt become so great, it locks the story up inside you? And that's all part of running away. . . . I don't want you to do it—" She moved closer to Michael and passed her arm through his. Michael held himself very still, wanting her to stay there, and yet not daring to move closer himself. He felt like a man from another world — who cannot share the loves and hates and hopes and fears of the new world. That long rope reaching into the past still held Michael in his tracks. No forward step was possible. And Edith still lived in his mind as a candle burns in a dark room. He brought himself back to the present with a start. The night was chilly and a small fire burned in the grate. Carol had been watching the flames, her head leaning against Michael's shoulder. "Michael," she said softly. "Do you see castles in the fire?" "Yes." "I see you and me going in and out of the castles, very small and very happy." Michael's heart leaped in his bosom. "Are we happy?" "I am." "Yes, I am, too." He stirred. "So happy that I want to leave now, while we're still that way." "Don't go." Carol's voice was a yearning voice. "Please don't." J\ RIVING home in the old truck, *J Michael gripped the wheel desperately. He was conscious of the fight within — of the desire he had for Carol and her nearness, and of the old chains that kept him from her. There's always one way, he thought. I can always disappear again. I've done it before. It's not hard. I could leave tomorrow and just not say a word. Then later some sunny morning, I'd be walking down the street of a strange town again — He shook his head. He couldn't do it. This little town of Fayette had become part of him. Or was it Carol who had become part of him? And Bobby and Mrs. Anderson? There on the road, his hands holding the wheel, his eyes glued to the white glare of concrete under the headlights, his foot firmly, carefully on the gas pedal, a resolve came to him — a high and firm resolve — then he lost it. It disappeared and left him shaken and miserable. He tried to bring it up again from the depths of his being, but it refused to come. Slowly, painfully, he put the truck in the garage, and groped his way to bed through a darkness deeper than the dark of night. The following week Phelps called again. "Maybe we can arrive at some sort of agreement" he said, his voice Next mon+h — an unusual feature you won't want to miss: Exclusive family photographs — in color — of Vic and Sade and The Bartons DON'T PUT UP WITH THE TORMENT OF SIMPLE PILES USE PAZO! « YOU WERE RIGHT! PAZO [RELIEVED THE PAIN, PROMPTLY Don't just suffer the agonizing pain, torture, itching of simple piles. 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