26“Mr. Stubblefield is extremely angry, in fact,” she said quietly.
She was paler than she’d been before—too pale for any one who didn’t care what happened to any of them except Theodore.
“I wonder where he is,” she said absently. “. . . where he’s gone. It must be awful for him . . . so near, and then to have it all blow up in his face like this. He must have thought he could count on Susan keeping her mouth shut. It was the one thing he could safely count on, you’d think, wouldn’t you?”
I didn’t answer that, and she wasn’t asking me, actually. I did look at her with a kind of subdued dismay.
“Are you sorry, Dorothy? Did you really want him to . . .”
“To get away with it?” She shook her head. “I guess I must have. I’m not sure. It all depends. I’ve told you, Grace, it’s Theodore I’m
