EVELYN PRESTON ran lightly up the steps of her home and inserting her latch-key in the vestibule door, pushed it open just as the taxi-driver, following more slowly with many an upward glance at the blind-closed windows, reached her side. “Put the suit case down,” she directed. “I’ll have the front door opened by the time you get the trunk here.”…
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