ows on the roof. He'd never seen the house outdoors before, with landscape gardening around it.
He knelt down in front of it and opened the façade. The furniture was in terrible confusion. Very carefully Felix began to replace each little piece to its proper position, recalling, as he did so, Sheilah leaning over Esther, in the casket, placing everything so carefully, the folds of her dress, the curls at her temples, her hands, her fingers. He understood why now.
Afterward he closed the façade, climbed the bank of the pit and sat down at the top with his back to the house. He had decided not to commit his deed until after midnight. He wished he knew how to smoke.
Felix had been working on his elaborate fabrication for nearly four weeks now. It was the day after Sheilah had left for Avidon's, that Dr. Evarts let drop a suggestion that had resulted in this strange scene in the gravel-pit. Felix had gone to see Dr. Evarts because he couldn't forget his last picture of Sheilah, leaning against the white-toweled back of her parlor-car chair, eyes closed, as she slid past him standing on the platform.
Dr. Evarts had tried to be very reassuring. He believed that Sheilah would return in the fall greatly
