|
|
|
|
|
|
|
stand or fall on his own merits. "Suppose he's there?" I asked. |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
"Don't rightly know," Bert snarled. "Polly gave him today and tomorrow off. He found out about what went on out there behind the motel last night and said he needed some time off." |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
"I don't imagine you'll find him in his room, Mr. Wages. I saw him packing his back pack; he seems to want to spend every spare moment in the woods. Goes there every chance he gets." Polly was doing her best to defuse Bert's agitation. She turned her wheelchair around and smiled at him. I had the feeling that Bert was either going to come around to her way of thinking or he was going to get his attitude readjusted. Polly may have been working with a handicap, but all signs indicated she could handle the situation. |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Polly was right. I knocked three different times but there wasn't any response. Kelto was either out or unconscious; I assumed it was the former. I went back to my own room, lit up a cigarette (number four for the day), whipped out my three by fives and started scribbling notes. I had lots of questions and an equal amount of observations, and I didn't want any of them to get away from me. |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
The weather had continued to deteriorate. By noon the clouds were hanging low over |
|
|
|
|
|