Chapter 11

           ShefoundCampiondownstairsinthedesertedlobby.

           "Isawyougoupstairs,"hesaidexcitedly."Isheallright?Whenistheduelgoingtobe?"

           "Idon’tknow."Sheresentedhisspeakingofitasacircus,withMcKiscoasthetragicclown.

           "Willyougowithme?"hedemanded,withtheairofhavingseats."I’vehiredthehotelcar."

           "Idon’twanttogo."

           "Whynot?Iimagineit’lltakeyearsoffmylifebutIwouldn’tmissitforworlds.Wecouldwatchitfromquitefaraway."

           "Whydon’tyougetMr.Dumphrytogowithyou?"

           Hismonoclefellout,withnowhiskerstohidein—hedrewhimselfup.

           "Ineverwanttoseehimagain."

           "Well,I’mafraidIcan’tgo.Motherwouldn’tlikeit."

           AsRosemaryenteredherroomMrs.Speersstirredsleepilyandcalledtoher:

           "Where’veyoubeen?"

           "Ijustcouldn’tsleep.Yougobacktosleep,Mother."

           "Comeinmyroom."Hearinghersitupinbed,Rosemarywentinandtoldherwhathadhappened.

           "Whydon’tyougoandseeit?"Mrs.Speerssuggested."Youneedn’tgoupcloseandyoumightbeabletohelpafterwards."

           Rosemarydidnotlikethepictureofherselflookingonandshedemurred,butMrs.Speer’sconsciousnesswasstillcloggedwithsleepandshewasremindedofnightcallstodeathandcalamitywhenshewasthewifeofadoctor."Ilikeyoutogoplacesanddothingsonyourowninitiativewithoutme—youdidmuchharderthingsforRainy’spublicitystunts."