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Stephanie
nodded
cheerfully
.
She
seemed
in
an
innocent
outing
mood
.
Cowperwood
smiled
,
thinking
how
one
of
these
days
--
very
shortly
,
perhaps
--
he
was
certain
to
take
a
signal
revenge
.
He
would
catch
her
in
a
lie
,
in
a
compromising
position
somewhere
--
in
this
studio
,
perhaps
--
and
dismiss
her
with
contempt
.
In
an
elder
day
,
if
they
had
lived
in
Turkey
,
he
would
have
had
her
strangled
,
sewn
in
a
sack
,
and
thrown
into
the
Bosporus
.
As
it
was
,
he
could
only
dismiss
her
.
He
smiled
and
smiled
,
smoothing
her
hand
.
"
Have
a
good
time
,
"
he
called
,
as
she
left
.
Later
,
at
his
own
home
--
it
was
nearly
midnight
--
Mr.
Kennedy
called
him
up
.
"
Mr.
Cowperwood
?
"
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"
Yes
.
"
"
You
know
the
studio
in
the
New
Arts
Building
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
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It
is
occupied
now
.
"
Cowperwood
called
a
servant
to
bring
him
his
runabout
.
He
had
had
a
down-town
locksmith
make
a
round
keystem
with
a
bored
clutch
at
the
end
of
it
--
a
hollow
which
would
fit
over
the
end
of
such
a
key
as
he
had
to
the
studio
and
turn
it
easily
from
the
outside
.
He
felt
in
his
pocket
for
it
,
jumped
in
his
runabout
,
and
hurried
away
.
When
he
reached
the
New
Arts
Building
he
found
Kennedy
in
the
hall
and
dismissed
him
.
"
Thanks
,
"
he
observed
,
brusquely
.
"
I
will
take
care
of
this
.
"
He
hurried
up
the
stairs
,
avoiding
the
elevator
,
to
the
vacant
room
opposite
,
and
thence
reconnoitered
the
studio
door
.
It
was
as
Kennedy
had
reported
.
Stephanie
was
there
,
and
with
Gurney
.
The
pale
poet
had
been
brought
there
to
furnish
her
an
evening
of
delight
.
Because
of
the
stillness
of
the
building
at
this
hour
he
could
hear
their
muffled
voices
speaking
alternately
,
and
once
Stephanie
singing
the
refrain
of
a
song
.
He
was
angry
and
yet
grateful
that
she
had
,
in
her
genial
way
,
taken
the
trouble
to
call
and
assure
him
that
she
was
going
to
a
summer
lawn-party
and
dance
.
He
smiled
grimly
,
sarcastically
,
as
he
thought
of
her
surprise
.
Softly
he
extracted
the
clutch-key
and
inserted
it
,
covering
the
end
of
the
key
on
the
inside
and
turning
it
.
It
gave
solidly
without
sound
.
He
next
tried
the
knob
and
turned
it
,
feeling
the
door
spring
slightly
as
he
did
so
.