"About three o'clock--with a young gentleman who called on her. They
came back a while ago and she left the note."
"Thank you," said Norman. He took his key, went up to the apartment. Not
until he had closed and locked the door did he open the note. He read:
"Last night you broke your promise. So I am going away. Don't look for
me. It won't be any use. When I decide what to do I'll send you word."
He was standing at the table. He tossed the note on the marble, threw
open the bedroom door. The black chiffon dress, the big plumed hat, and
all the other articles they had bought were spread upon the bed,
arranged with the obvious intention that he should see at a glance she
had taken nothing away with her.
"Hell!" he said aloud. "Why didn't I let her go yesterday morning?"