CHAPTER 8Nothing, of course, not even battle, murder or sudden death, will ever keep me from acting on the impulse of the moment…or from sitting afterwards just stewing in the consequences. That was what I did now, the instant the telephone was back in place and the operator was going efficiently about the intricate simple business of transmitting my message.
“Why on earth did I do that?” I thought, staring blankly at the pool of brilliant light on the leather-topped desk in front of me. It occurred to me then that I must really be losing my mind. For what if Karen was dead? It simply meant that infinite trouble and heartache for the girl whose outing flannel pajamas I had on and the boy whose bathrobe was all that was keeping me from freezing to death was at an end. What right had I to j
