“Neither could he. That’s why he thought it was such a trick. That night, I sort of half woke up. I remember rolling toward him and making a lunge, and I got my hand on him, but then I fell asleep again. The sheet and the blanket were too heavy for me to move under. I think he moved and said something—he never said anything that was clear—and that was it. The alarm clock is the next thing I remember.

“In the morning he had orange juice, bacon and eggs, and two cups of coffee. Except for Sunday pancakes, he had that breakfast every morning for two years. We didn’t say much—I never heard of anybody who talks at breakfast. He kissed me goodbye and gave me a feel and kissed me again. I heard the starter motor of the Cadillac in the driveway, then I did the dishes and went back to bed. He didn’t call during the day, so I made dinner. At seven o’clock I called his office and there was no answer. At eight o’clock the telephone rang and it was the police.”

Leland sighed. “All right. There are a couple of good hotels near here, so we’ll walk over and get you settled. The girl will come over with the souvenir book. I’ll give you a number where I can be reached if something comes up. I don’t think I’ll be talking to you again until tomorrow. I’ll have my office take care of Miller when he calls.”

“What do you think so far?”

“There’s a lot more I want to know. A lot, Norma. I don’t want to venture any guesses when I see all the things I don’t know.”