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ther." They went down the walk together, Doak and Martha, and he had forgotten June and the Department and all the girls who would be out, looking, tonight in Washington. She walked easily at his side, poised and quiet. He said, "Do you work in town?" She nodded. "For an attorney. I was going to law school myself until Dad died." "Oh," he said. He wondered at his lack of words, and the strange sense of--almost of inferiority glimmering in him. She hadn't said anything or done anything to place him at a disadvantage but he knew this was no lass for the casual pitch. They came to the crest of the hill and saw the dying sun low in the west. The quiet was almost absolute. About a hundred yards on the other side of the ridge was a road leading off to the south. On the right side of this road was the big house with the high stone fence. Doak said quietly, "There's a few sentences that have been bothering me all day. I wonder if you'd recognize them. They're, 'Studious, let me sit and hold high converse with the mighty dead.' One of the Scotch poets probably." "Thomson," she said, "from his _Seasons_." She looked straight ahead. "I'm not sure I understand exactly what he meant," Doak said. "He meant--reading." She turned to look at him. "This is Senator Arnold's house, Mr. Parker. You might ask him what Thomson meant." Her smile was brief and cool. She walked on. Behind the fence, the dogs started to bark. In the huge gatepost was a pair of paneled doors about three feet high, the lower edges about four feet from the ground. A sign read, _Visitors, kindly use this phone_. Doak opened the double doors and lifted the phone. As he did so a scanning light went on in the weatherproof niche. Someone said, "Yes?" "Officer Parker of Security. I believe I'm expected." "One moment, sir." Silence, except for the sniffing dogs. And then the sniffing stopped and he heard the pad of their feet, as they raced for the house and the voice in the phone said, "The gates will be open soon, Mr. Parker." They opened in less than a minute. At the far end of the gravel drive a turreted monstrosity loomed, a weathered wooden structure that had undoubtedly once been white. It was now as ashen as the face of Senator Arnold, bleak against the skyline, set back on a dandelion-covered lawn. Behind the wrought-iron fence, to the right of the house, the dogs watched him approach. They were German Boxers, formida
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