She jumped as the doorbell rang and Anne Albertson's face appeared in the viewplate.
"I came back," Anne said as she entered the room. "I thought you might need me, and besides—I forgot something." She looked at the recorder with an odd expression on her pointed face. "Well," she said finally, "I didn't think anyone wanted it worse than I did. I thought it might amuse Ed. He's pretty low. He lost a lot of men."
"Wanted what?" Ellen asked curiously.
"That recording I made of the first part of our get together. I left it lying on top of the recorder, but it isn't there now."
Ellen gasped and put the back of her hand to her mouth. "Oh no!" she said in a strangled voice.
Anne looked at her curiously.
"I gave it to Alton," Ellen said. "I thought it was the one I made for him."
"Oh well, he shouldn't mind. Your voice is on it too."
"You don't know Alton," Ellen said miserably....