Chapter 22 NO FOOTSTEP STIRRED-THE HATED WORLD ALL SLEPT,

SAVE ONLY THEE AND ME. (OH, HEAVEN! OH, GOD!)

The following morning Eleanor, her face bright with smiles, kisses Carol as she bids him adieu.

"Shoot something nice for dinner, dear," she says, "and have a good day."

She waves her hand as he trots down the hill, his slim form erect, his eyes bright and lips parted.

"I hope you won't be d