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"
Kaethe
told
her
,
very
unwisely
.
"
"
I
suppose
it
was
my
fault
.
Never
tell
a
thing
to
a
woman
till
it
’
s
done
.
However
,
I
’
ll
meet
Nicole
.
.
.
say
,
Franz
,
the
craziest
thing
has
happened
down
here
—
the
old
boy
took
up
his
bed
and
walked
.
.
.
.
"
"
At
what
?
What
did
you
say
?
"
"
I
say
he
walked
,
old
Warren
—
he
walked
!
"
"
But
why
not
?
"
"
He
was
supposed
to
be
dying
of
general
collapse
.
.
.
he
got
up
and
walked
away
,
back
to
Chicago
,
I
guess
.
.
.
.
I
don
’
t
know
,
the
nurse
is
here
now
.
.
.
.
I
don
’
t
know
,
Franz
—
I
’
ve
just
heard
about
it
.
.
.
.
Call
me
later
.
"
He
spent
the
better
part
of
two
hours
tracing
Warren
’
s
movements
.
The
patient
had
found
an
opportunity
between
the
change
of
day
and
night
nurses
to
resort
to
the
bar
where
he
had
gulped
down
four
whiskeys
;
he
paid
his
hotel
bill
with
a
thousand
dollar
note
,
instructing
the
desk
that
the
change
should
be
sent
after
him
,
and
departed
,
presumably
for
America
.
A
last
minute
dash
by
Dick
and
Dangeu
to
overtake
him
at
the
station
resulted
only
in
Dick
’
s
failing
to
meet
Nicole
;
when
they
did
meet
in
the
lobby
of
the
hotel
she
seemed
suddenly
tired
,
and
there
was
a
tight
purse
to
her
lips
that
disquieted
him
.
"
How
’
s
father
?
"
she
demanded
.
"
He
’
s
much
better
.
He
seemed
to
have
a
good
deal
of
reserve
energy
after
all
.
"
He
hesitated
,
breaking
it
to
her
easy
.
"
In
fact
he
got
up
and
went
away
.
"
