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She's pretty well backed into a corner and looking ready to jump out the window.

She has her arms folded in front of her, each hand clenching the other elbow, as if to hold herself together.

A reporter with a bunch of scratch paper in his hand is crowding her.

"Miss Carmichael"—funny, I never even knew her last name before—"I just want to ask one or two questions. Could you tell us when you last saw your brother?"

"No, I couldn't," she snaps, drawing her head down between her shoulders and trying to melt into the wall.

"Watcha going to do with the money?" a photographer asks.

He picks up a cat, one of the big stray kittens, and dumps it on Kate.

The cat clings to her and the photographer says, "Hold it now. Just let me snap a picture."

He takes two steps back.

At the first step the room is silent.

At the second step a shattering caterwaul goes up.

He has stepped on the adventurous orange kitten.

The scream freezes us all, except Kate.

She shoots out of her corner, knowing instantly what has happened.

The kitten is jerking slightly now, and bright, bright blood is coming out of its mouth.

With one violent, merciful stroke Kate finishes it.

She picks the limp body up and wraps it neatly in a paper towel and places it in the wastebasket.

The room is still silent for one congealed instant.

Kate seems almost to have forgotten the crowd of men.

Then two of them make hastily for the door.

The photographer shuffles his feet and says, "Gee, m'am, I didn't mean ... I wouldn't for the world...."

Kate whirls and screams at him: "Get out! Get out, all of you! Leave me and my cats alone! I never asked you in here!"

At that moment my pop comes in the door.

Of course he doesn't know anything about the kitten, but he takes in the general situation and herds the two remaining newspapermen to the door.

He gives them his card and home address and tells them to look him up a little later.

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