"
He told her the rest of the story in a voice strained with anxiety.
It was as though he had come to a tribunal for judgment. He spared
her nothing, the dinner at the road-house with Rudolph at the window,
his visit to Anna's room, and her subsequent disappearance.
"She told the Department of Justice people that Rudolph found her
that night, and, took her home. She was a prisoner then, poor
little kid. But she overheard her father and Rudolph plotting to
blow up the mill. That's where I came in, Delight. He was crazy
at me. He was a German, of course, and he might have done it
anyhow. But Rudolph told him a lot of lies about me, and - he did
it. When I think about it all, and about Joey, I'm crazy."
She slipped her hand over his.
"Of course they would have done it anyhow," she said softly.
"You aren't going to get up and go away?"
"Why should I?" she asked. "I only feel - oh, Graham, how wretched
you must have been."
Something in her voice made him sit up straighter.
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