AND SO WE BEGAN…
ictim Crangest of conspirators.
** *Life on for ties, sans meetings, sans of t people of took for granted in turned tate to be managed by tenants, and depended on ty of today transactions were necessary for survival.
George Angelfield forgot about time t about o do h money.
ty. Otocratic families. Among took great care of out t advice, invested large sums ed and speculated small sums t, in t completely. t up—moderately. ion son and a goggle-eyed, ter. Someto be done.
George Angelfield never saers, e back. As a consequence of tead of expending itself cer anots bank vault and gre.
Money talks. ord got out.
‘Doesn’t George Angelfield . ”y-six?“
And if not t t t be reaco dote on come empty-handed.
‘Nice see tion.
tation languisnig migil t of t not been for Isabelle. One afternoon, at a loss for someto do, sairs, puffed out ter up and opened it.
‘’s t?“ said Charlie.
‘Invitation,“ so a picnic.“
A picnic? Curned it over. It seemed strange. But it.
Isabelle stood up and to the door. “here are you going?”
‘to my room.“
Co follohe mood.”
ook a time. But sed ahe door.
An er, airs, to to th me,” he asked her.
‘No.“
‘to the deer park.“
“No.”
iced t s do you look like t for?” upid.”
S o te material and trimmed ead of ennis s on a pair of green satin sandals a size too big—also ttacick on. darkened. “here are you going?” h