The courthouse clock struck the hour. The sounds blew across a town that was empty, emptier than it had ever been. Over empty streets and empty lots and empty lawns the sound faded.
"Nine, ten, eleven, twelve," counted Lavinia, with Helen on her arm.
"Don't you feel funny?" asked Helen.
"How do you mean?"
"When you think of us being out here on the sidewalks, under the trees, and all those people safe behind locked doors, lying in their beds. We're practically the only walking people out in the open in a thousand miles, I bet."
The sound of the deep warm dark ravine came near.
In a minute they stood before Helen's house, looking at each other for a long time. The wind blew the odor of cut grass between them. The moon was sinking in a sky that was beginning to cloud. "I don't suppose it's any use asking you to stay, Lavinia?"
"I'll be going on."
"Sometimes--"
"Sometimes what?"
"Sometimes I think people want to die. You've acted odd all evening."
"I'm just not afraid," said Lavinia. "And I'm curious, I suppose. And I'm using my head. Logically, the Lonely One can't be around. The police and all."
"The police are home with their covers up over their ears."
"Let's just say I'm enjoying myself, precariously, but safely. If there was any real chance of anything happening to me, I'd stay here with you, you can be sure of that."
"Maybe part of you doesn't want to live anymore."
"You and Francine. Honestly!"
"I feel so guilty. I'll be drinking some hot cocoa just as you reach the ravine bottom and walk on the bridge."
"Drink a cup for me. Good night."
Lavinia Nebbs walked alone down the midnight street, down the late summer-night silence. She saw houses with the dark windows and far away she heard a dog barking. In five minutes, she thought, I'll be safe at home. In five minutes I'll be phoning silly little Francine. I'll--"
She heard the man's voice.
A man's voice singing far away among the trees.
"Oh, give me a June night, the moonlight and you ..."
She walked a little faster.
The voice sang, "In my arms ... with all your charms ..."
Down the street in the dim moonlight a man walked slowly and casually along.
I can run knock on one of these doors, thought Lavinia, if I must.
"Oh, give me a June night," sang the man, and he carried a long club in his hand. "The moonlight and you. Well, look who's here! What a time of night for you to be out, Miss Nebbs!"
"Officer Kennedy!"
And that's who it was, of course.
"I'd better see you home!"