Secret Beyond the Door... Page #5

I couldn't stand it any longer.

I had to try to sleep.

Maybe Paquita was wrong. Maybe the telegram

came by mail or was sent from the next town.

But Paquita wasn't wrong.

There was no telegram.

For some impossible reason

he'd lied to me.

I lay there for hours.

Or so it seemed to me.

I couldn't sleep.

Over and over and over and over,

the one thought:

Why doesn't he love me any more?

Finally I must have fallen

into a kind of half-sleep...

and I dreamed I heard the car coming back.

It came closer and closer...

and stopped in front of the Hacienda.

Mark was in it- he'd come back.

But I wasn't glad...

I was afraid and my fear woke me up.

Yes?

Seora, the car came back. The driver say I must

give this to you pronto.

The letter is good, si?

- Oh, Paquita, I've been such a fool -

such a silly, stupid fool!

Five long days later my train pulled

in to Levender Falls.

Train for Hartville, Timpson, Shermerville...

I was looking for Mark,

but there was no sign of him anywhere. Instead I

found myself being kissed by a stranger.

You must be Celia.

Mark said you were beautiful.

I'm Carol:
Carrie, Mark's sister.

Oh, of course.

I'm relieved to hear that he mentioned me -

he's apt to disregard minor details.

Is all of this yours?

- Part of it... and some trunks.

I'll give you the checks.

I'll have them picked up for you tomorrow.

Thank you.

I wired Mark.

- Yes, he was delayed in New York.

He'll be here tomorrow for sure.

I think it's beastly of him.

Oh, Lim!

- Ma'am.

Would you put these bags in my car, please?

- Yes, Miss Lamphere.

It's a twelve-mile drive from Levender Falls

to Blaze Creek.

Mark does all his creative work at the house.

For a while he even thought of moving his

New York office to Levender Falls

when rents became simply criminal.

He had to cut a lot of corners to make ends meet,

but Mark finally decided he needed the New York

front.

We're rather short on servants -

we've only one old couple.

It was probably David, sizing you up.

David?

- Yes, Mark's son.

Andy!

Andy and Sarah are slow as molasses.

Andy!

Andy!

Yes ma'am.

Didn't you hear the car?

- No ma'am.

This is Mrs Lamphere, Andy.

- How do you do, Andy.

Mrs Lamphere's luggage is in the car.

Come, I'll show you to your room.

- Thank you.

Why didn't Mark tell me that

he'd been married, that he has a son?

I want to have Mark's children,

but not another woman's child.

The masks were collected by my great

grandfather Lesley, who was a sea captain.

Hideous, aren't they?

I suppose David loves them?

- Not any more.

Strange. I should think any boy would.

- David is a strange boy.

This is one of the newer wings.

Father started it and Mark did the rest when he

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