I closed my eyes and relaxed. I heard her moving around quietly so as not to disturb me. After a while I heard the door open and close.
I woke up a couple of times just enough to shift my position, and then dozed off again. After a while the chair cramped my limbs, but I was too numbed with sleep to care.
I didn’t hear the key click in the door when she came back. The first I knew was when she was on the arm of my chair saying, “You poor darling! I’ll bet you’re tired out.”
I opened my eyes, closed them again to shut out the light, and took my feet down off the chair. I felt her finger tips, soft and cool, on my forehead, caressing back my hair, stroking my eyelids. Gradually I came back to reality. I opened my eyes and said, somewhat thickly, “Did you do it?”
“Yes.”
I found her hand and took it in mine. “How about it?” I asked. “Did it go across?”
“What do you mean?”
“Did they believe it?”
“Why, of course they believed it. I told them just what you told me to. You didn’t think I could put it across, but I did. I was very convincing.”
“What happened?” I asked. Did you get any more on the Santa Carlotta angle?”