Secret Beyond the Door... Page #4

I'll take a rain-check on that drink.

Today, two hundred strokes.

- You're plotting to make me late!

Seora, in marriage,

where one is wise, two are happy.

Awoman has patience. A man, none.

- Shush!

Seora, let him wait.

- Get out!

Two hundred strokes.

Oh, Mark!

Mark, where are you?

Mark, you sweet dope.

You can't get away from me.

Oh, darling, I love you so much.

We won't be separated long.

- What?

If I start now, I can make El Valle in five hours,

allowing for bad roads and night driving.

There's a midnight plane

from there to Mexico city.

What are you talking about?

The Stanton company,

the New York publishing company.

They've always wanted to buy my magazine.

Unfortunately their offer holds only

until the day after tomorrow.

You want to sell your magazine?

- Who said anything about want?

It's been losing money steadily.

- If it's just a question of money...

- I know you have money, my dear,

but it's... it's not why I married you.

Why give up something

you have your heart in?

Actually I'm glad that their offer is big enough to

force me to make a decision.

Shall we have a drink?

What made you decide so... suddenly?

I had a telegram from their

managing editor an hour ago.

I'll send a car back for you with a driver. You can

meet me in a few days at Levender Falls.

Not in New York?

- No.

The Lampheres have lived at

Levender Falls since 1698.

It's the other side of the river, little better

than an hour's drive from New York.

Well, our first 'so long'.

Mark... didn't you come upstairs just now?

No. To be honest I was too upset

when I got that telegram.

But... I saw the door handle move.

Mark! You're hurt.

- Nothing important.

Just the perfect ending

to the beautiful day.

Well... 'til Levender Falls.

His kiss was cold.

In an hour he was gone

and I was alone.

Seora.

I won't want anything more tonight.

Thank you, Paquita.

- Si, Seora.

Yes, Paquita?

- Seora, I am an old meddling woman,

but of pain I know much.

Paquita.

Better you know it now, Seora:

There was no telegram.

Here no telegram can come.

Thank you, Paquita, but you must be mistaken.

- Si, Seora.

Of course there was no telegram -

but when Paquita told me, the pain started.

Why had he gone? Why had he lied?

It was agony.

I tried not to think any more...

but my mind was on a treadmill.

Why had he lied? Why had he gone?

Why had he lied? Why had he gone?

Because I locked the door?

He said he hadn't come up, but he had.

I knew it was Mark who tried the door.

I knew it all the time.

Surely my childish prank couldn't have changed

his love for me, so why had he gone?

Why had he lied? Why had he gone?

Why had he lied?

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