She feared Carl Harrod. She also realized now that Harrod must have discovered her impersonation and was playing with her as a cat plays with a mouse. Why? He wanted something, and the fact that Mildred wasn’t quite sure what it was he wanted was disquieting. When the door chimes sounded again, Mildred’s fear started her heart pounding. She went to stand by the door. “Who is it?” she called in a thin, frightened voice. “Kitty!” came from the other side of the door. “Open up . . . Fern!” Mildred opened the door. Kitty Baylor said, “I bring you weapons, my dear, the complete armory! Here you are! Three serviceable ice picks!” “Three!” Mildred echoed. “Three!” Kitty said, and laughed. “That’s my bargain-hunting mind, I guess. They were priced at thirty-eight cents apiece, three for a dollar. I’m going to put one of them in my purse and carry it with me just in case.
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