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His eyes, deep-sunk, met hers, then looked quickly away. "Because she was ill. She wanted to see Junior. And — she claims our divorce wasn't legal." MERCIFULLY, Kit did not speak, -L" although in that moment he must have felt a kind of triumph. Frank went on, "I thought I divorced her long ago — but it seems the papers were never served on her. She used to write, begging me to take her back. I threw the letters away." He unclasped his hands, separated them in a curious, empty little gesture, then brought them together again. "You're lucky, Andrea. We might have been married— and you'd have been in the middle of the scandal." "She'd never have married you," Kit put in soberly. "That's what we came here to tell you. If you remember, that's what I did tell you, out at the door." "I'm sorry, Frank," Andrea said. "But it wouldn't have worked — even if Elizabeth had never come back to you. Frank — " her tone was appealing— "why don't you try to make a go of it with Elizabeth? Junior — it would be good for Junior to have his mother here, his real mother. And you cared for Elizabeth once." "I care for you," Frank sighed. "I'll always love you, Andrea — " and then, with a last flareup of resentment, "I suppose you think you'll marry Collins now that you're rid of me, but as I said before, he isn't the marrying type." Andrea said wearily, "Kit and I haven't — discussed the matter." She rose and realized, as she staggered slightly, that she was still in the convalescent stage. "Take me home, Kit," she begged. "Take me home." They were driving away from Frank Harrison's huge house, leaving a woman who still walked through the valley of the shadow, a child who did not know, as he slept, that his mother had returned, and a broken man. They drove away, Andrea huddled in one corner of the taxicab, Kit tense in the other corner. They were halfway to Daddy Little's before a word was spoken and then Andrea said, "It was pretty dreadful while it lasted. But, Kit — " her tone was wistful — "we've accomplished a great deal — " Kit said, "Yeah," somberly, his face averted; and then there was silence again, Kit obviously unwilling to follow the avenue of thought she had tentatively opened. Andrea felt chilled, at a loss. Earlier in the evening when Kit had returned to the flower shop, he had been ardent. His words had flown straight into her heart, telling her that she owed Frank Harrison no loyalty, since he had been present at her bedside when, in delirium, she had revealed how little she loved him. And, buoyed up by Kit's sure, eager words, she had gone with him to see 76 Frank. But now — now that everything was over and she was utterly free — the man beside her was silent, abstracted. "He isn't the marrying type." That was Frank Harrison's opinion of Kit Collins — and Andrea felt a cold apprehension that he was right. When the cab stopped in front of the flower shop, Kit helped her out. "I'll — see you tomorrow," he said awkwardly, and she rallied her weary brain enough to reply in cool tones, "All right. If you're not busy." Perhaps he was too busy, she thought bitterly the next afternoon, when most of the day had passed and he had not opened the door of the flower shop. Perhaps she had vanished from his thoughts as completely as she had vanished from his sight, the moment he left her. An adventurer . . . who had told her again and again that he loved her, but had not spoken once of marriage. . . . Listlessly, when she knew classes would be over for the day, she dressed in prim navy blue with a white pique collar, and went to see Mr. Saunders, the principal of the school. She wanted to tell him that she would return to work the next Monday. He received her in his office, waving her toward a chair placed beside the desk where the harsh light fell full on any visitor's face. She thought irrelevantly, as he waited for her to speak — "He's a judge and I'm a prisoner at the bar." She said aloud, "I'm sorry that I had to take a leave of absence but you know about my accident." Mr. Saunders told her smoothly, "The whole town knows about it, Miss Reynolds. It seems that you were — ah — traveling with a notoriously wild aviator, to meet Mr. Frank Harrison in New York. The whole thing sounds like a page out of fiction, Miss Reynolds — rather lurid fiction. The town's wondering — " He broke off. "Is it true that you spent a night with Kit Collins before you were — found?" Andrea explained swiftly, "The plane was wrecked and I was hurt. Yes, it was a whole night before the searchers found us." AND then, too," Mr. Saunders said, "New York's quite a distance from Beechmont, and Mr. Harrison — as I understand it, Miss Reynolds, Mrs. Harrison has returned to him after many years?" "Why — yes, that's true," Andrea said. The principal leaned back in his chair and spoke pontifically. "A teacher, Miss Reynolds," he said, "should be like Caesar's wife, beyond reproach. Oh, I am quite aware — " he raised a heavy white hand to quell the protest he saw rising to her lips, "that you were probably quite innocent in — in all that happened. But you must realize my position. The parents of the children you teach pay your salary and mine. They see a young and pretty girl — a girl who becomes involved with an older, married man — who, rather melodramatically, crashes in an airplane piloted by a young daredevil and is alone with him all night before she is found. It leaves a bad taste in their mouths, Miss Reynolds." Andrea, her throat dry, asked, "Does this mean that I'm — " she paused and the principal went on remorselessly. "It means," he told her, "that while : RADIO AND TELEVISION MIRROR