"Good heavens, Terry," she said. "Listen! 'I had heard the
explosion, but did not of course know what it was. And then I
got a signal, and it was the Spencer plant. A sweet Southern
voice said, very calmly, "Operator, this is important. Listen
carefully. There has been an explosion at the Spencer plant and
the ruins are on fire. There will probably be more explosions in
a minute. Send in a general fire-alarm, and then get all the
ambulances and doctors - " Then there was another explosion, and
their lines went out of commission. I am glad she is not dead. She
certainly had her nerve.'"
"Fame at last, Audrey!" said old Terry, very gently.
"It's shameless!" But she was a little pleased, nevertheless.
Not at the publicity. That was familiar enough. But that, when
her big moment came, she had met it squarely.
Terry was striding about the room. His visits were always rather
cyclonic. He moved from chair to chair, leaving about each one an
encircling ring of cigaret ashes, and carefully inspecting each new
vase of flowers.
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