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sleep every night thinking about him - and when I looked at her she was crying - genuinely - tears rolling down her cheeks. It was a "Kitty Foyleish" sort of a story. It appealed to me as another tragedy of a working girl. And then she proceeded to tell me how she sized me up and she hit the nail so completely on the head, I was amazed - quiet, conservative, careful.

Went to bed at 12:45 AM and at 1:30 AM was awakened by the phone. It was a woman! She said she had just left my room, was at the Statler. I could hear Neil Donovan talking and other men and women carrying on. She wouldn't tell me her name and I guessed all the names I could think of to no avail. She said Roy was there too. Finally she asked me very confidentially if Neil was married - he wanted her to spend the night with him and she wanted to know. I hemmed and hawed,not knowing what to say, and getting in deeper all the time. The talk lasted for 15 minutes. Would I come up there & go to the Bradford with them? Could they come over to my room? Could [[underlined]] she [[/underlined]] come over to my room? She and another woman strung me along until I was wide awake. Finally, completely in the dark, I asked her who in the devil she was. And she replied she was Neil's wife! A memorable conversation!

Erie, Pa.,
Friday, April 5, 1940.

After a brief session at the office and the usual morning coffee, Roy and I hot footed out to the Arsenal to see the Colonel only to be informed that he wanted to see us but he was so busy,