"I'm Suzy."
For a minute the words meant nothing to him. He looked, blankly, round the office, then back to the seated figure.
"You recognize the voice, don't you, Whit?"
He gulped, and the expression drained from his face, leaving it blank, and helpless. Suzy's heart went out to him, as her voice had gone to him through space.
"I know, the wheel chair, the rug to cover my knees, the brace on my arm. There wasn't any other way, Whit. I couldn't tell you. My voice, Whit, was all that counted, up there. Down on earth, other things count, too. Forgive me, Whit."
His head seemed to swim, and his unsteady feet fumbled with the floor as he came to her.
"You could have told me. I'd have loved you, I'd have loved you anyway."
"Would you?" Her face turned away from him as he came to her. "Would you, Whit? Would you have stayed alive for a broken girl like me? Would you have waited out your trip for the sake of a cripple in a wheel chair? I know you, Whit, I know your heart and your soul, and I know you'd have never loved me if I had told you what I was from the beginning."
Whit didn't speak, and Suzy continued.
"It was a job for me, Whit. I had to bring you down. I lied to you and I deceived you, and now you're free, and you can go away, to live a better life than I can give you."