Frank - Chapter 3
This abruptness and totality of disappearance, that left him not so much as a corpse to mourn, awoke in him emotions different from any he had ever experienced. He found that he could not think of Trenmore and his sister as other than alive, nor rid himself of the idea that in some way they were yet present in the library.
Not though the very clearest memory informed him that before his eyes those two had been resolved to nothingness.
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Pondering on what he should do, however, it came to him that in honor only one course lay open. The fault, by this reckoning, was his. Let him pay, then. With a firm, resolute tread Drayton approached the sinister gray pile, and of all its victims he alone loosed its deadliness knowingly — or believing that he knew. On the mantelpiece stood a clock which then pointed to the hour of nine-thirty.
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It ticked on solemnly, dutifully, wholly indifferent to any wonder save the great and perpetual miracle of Time itself. Minute by minute the long and the short hands crept over the dial, and on the vast looms of Eternity thread by thread was added to the universal fabric of the Past. Ten-twenty-five, and Martin, out marketing among the stalls in the Reading Terminal Market, was very cheerful over some exceptionally large, juicy oranges. He added two dozen of the fruit to his order and started homeward. Back there in the library the Cerberus still gleamed where Drayton had flung it down.
And as Martin, on his return journey, crossed Juniper Street, five blocks away, a caller arrived at a certain house on Walnut Street. He was a short, rotund young gentleman. Attired in a suit of dark green, neatly matched by socks, tie, and the ribbon on his wellblocked hat, the one false note in his color scheme was struck by a pair of bright, too-bright tan shoes.
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Twice he had passed the house saunteringly; then boldly ascended Mr. Boldly indeed he walked up and in at the open door; but once inside his demeanor underwent a change. No cat could have slunk more softly through vestibule and hall; no hunting animal could have been more keenly alert for any sound within the quiet, empty house. He made straight for the stairs; but with one foot on the first step he paused.
Through a half-open door he could see part of a large, book-lined room. After short hesitation the rotund green gentleman stole over and peered cautiously round the edge of that door! An instant later, and he had darted across the library with a silent, amazing celerity of movement.
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Picking up the vial, he examined it with swift care, thrust it in his pocket, and turned to leave. His cherubic face now wore the look of one who has achieved good fortune with almost suspicious ease; his pleased smile was half doubtful, and as he moved softly toward the door his small, darting eyes glanced from side to side quickly, thoughtful of hidden danger.
Unluckily for him, however, the real danger in that room was not bidden. It lay in full sight on a newspaper, flat on the floor between two chairs that faced one another companionably.
Fortunately, however, Martin was what he was. Finding the room empty, and having searched the rest of the house in vain, he came to the natural and entirely correct conclusion. Trenmore was not at home. The front door had been left open. Then he returned to straighten the library and empty the ash trays. Over the fatal Dust he hesitated. Was this gray, floury stuff rubbish left here to be thrown out? Her situation with her mother comes to a head one night as Mrs.
Frank asks Anne if she, instead of Mr. Frank, can say Anne's prayers with her.
Anne refuses her mother's request. Her mother tells Anne that she will try not to force her to love her. The war is also exacting a toll on everyone. The people helping the families in the "Secret Annex" are becoming ill. This is a twofold problem because they are an extension of the families in the Annex so the group is worried about the well-being of their helpers.
Another part of this is if the helpers are ill then the families are not able to receive food and other necessities for survival. They are also being plagued with burglaries at the building. Several times burglars have tried and sometimes succeeded to break into the building. The fear is they may hear the families and report them to the Gestapo resulting in everyone being taken away to concentration camps. On September 10, Anne records in her diary the fall of Italy. This brings joy to those living in Holland and the world.
This means the war is inching closer to its end. The Van Daan's are out of money; their only hope is to sell some of their clothing. The problem is Mrs. Van Daan does not want to sell her prized fur coat. The coat could bring in an infusion of much needed cash for the family, but she wants to hang on to it. Van Daan convinces her to sell it so that the family can have money to buy food and other necessities.
Masters mourns, but appreciates the sentiment of her congressman showing up. The life of a politician knows odd hours however. Before then, he heads back to his SC home and continues the education conference call. Those guys are still at odds, but Underwood puts the call on mute to say goodnight to Claire and learn the origins of his tulips.
Well, it seems innocent enough at first—but Barnes is clearly talented at playing this game. The Masters come over for lunch, discussions get heated at times—Underwood literally pushes this to the point of asking Mr. Damage control done in its most artistic and efficient way. Along with the mayor, Underwood rolls up to his property and kindly reminds him road guardrails are under county supervision. We discover Sergey and Larry wanted to add her to the Google team but she felt like a trophy for them to brag about to the media.
Claire also gets her second weird karmic interaction in as many episodes.