SUSPICIONS
When she was alone in her room, Janet fairly tumbled into bed but not until she had picked up a letter Helen had brought up from the desk and placed on the bedside table. When she was stretched out comfortably in bed, Janet opened the letter. It was from home, her mother telling of news of the neighborhood and of interesting little things about the house.
Janet finished the letter, tucked it under her pillow, and snapped out the light. She was glad that her mother did not know of the stirring events of that night.
Janet slept late the next morning, for her fatigue had been heavier than she had imagined. After an invigorating shower, she returned to her own room and there found a note propped on the writing table.
“Have gone on to Radio City,” wrote Helen. “Will meet you there for lunch if you’re awake.”
Janet partially dressed and pulled on her dressing gown. Then she called the World Broadcasting Company and got a connection with Jim Hill’s office. The young continuity writer answered at once.
“This is Janet Hardy. I just wanted to know if you were able to dig the copy out from under your carpet.”
“I’ll say I was,” replied Jim. “It’s good stuff, Janet. Say, what under the sun went on here last night?”