Chapter 2 Chapter One

March 14 Wilbur.Mr. and Mrs. Collins supported each other and stood by the door, waiting for it to be opened.At first the key couldn't fit into the lock, so the apartment manager pulled it out, and after careful identification, it was indeed the one for room No. 92.He tried again, and it turned out that the key was inserted backwards.The door opened and he stepped aside to let the dean of girls at the university into the room. The room is so beautiful.The Dean of Students, about fifty years old, was petite and gestured nervously as he spoke.It was clear that she was under pressure. Wilbur.The Collinses and two uniformed New York City Police officers entered the room with the dean of students.

This is a one bedroom studio.It was advertised as overlooking the river.Yes, but only from the small window in the bathroom that looks like a storage closet.Two policemen stood aside with their hands behind their backs.Mrs. Collins was a lady of fifty-two.She stood hesitantly on the edge of the door, afraid of what she might find.Mr. Collins limped into the middle of the room.He suffered from polio in 1952, which left sequelae in his calf, but it did not affect his career ambitions.At fifty-five, he had risen to number two in the empire of First Citibank of Boston.He is a practical man who craves respect.

The dean of students said: Since it's only been a week, isn't it too early for your anxiety? We should never have promised Catherine to come to New York.said Mrs. Collins, fiddling her hands. Mr. Collins, noncommittal to what they said, walked toward the bedroom and leaned into it. Her suitcase was still on the bed.This is a good sign. The dean of students said that many students could not bear the intense study life, so they left school to relax for a few days. If Catherine was going out, she would take the suitcase with her.Mrs. Collins said, besides, she was going to call us on Sundays, she always called on Sundays.

I'm the dean of students and know how many students, even students like Kathleen, suddenly remember they need to go out and adjust. Not so with her.Mr. Collins went into the bathroom as he spoke. The dean of students winked at the police, hoping that they would help to say a few words, but they still stood by the door blankly. Mr. Collins walked back into the living room on crutches. She didn't go anywhere.He said with absolute certainty. What did you say, dear?Mrs. Collins asked hurriedly, feeling uneasy. Mr. Collins turned around, holding half a bag of contraceptive pills in his hand: I mean, she wouldn't go anywhere without these.As he spoke, he threw the medicine bag on the couch, she was here, in New York!I want you to find her.

He said to the police, we'll see, I want you to take action on this incident.