Keep your eyes wide open
for Japs. Keep your doors locked, and if you see one prowling
around the garage and don't know what he is after, go to the
telephone and call the police."
Linda climbed the stairs to her workroom, plumped down at the
table, set her chin in her palms, and lost herself in thought.
For half an hour she sat immovable, staring at her caricature of
Eileen through narrowed lids. Then she opened the typewriter,
inserted a sheet and wrote:
MY DEAR Mr. SNOW:
I am writing as the most intimate woman friend of Marian Thorne.
As such, I have spent much thought trying to figure out exactly
the reason for the decision in your recent architectural
competition; why a man should think of such a number of very
personal, intimate touches that, from familiarity with them, I
know that Miss Thorne had incorporated in her plans, and why his
winning house should be her winning house, merely reversed.
Today I have found the answer, which I am forwarding to you,
knowing that you will understand exactly what should be done.
Enclosed you will find one of the first rough s};etches Marian
made of her plans. In some mysterious manner it was lost on a
night when your prize-winning architect had dinner at our house
where Miss Thorne was also a guest. Before retiring she showed
to me and explained the plans with which she hoped to win your
competition. In the morning I packed her suitcase and handed it
to the porter of her train.
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