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And the submitted patiently to the boring interruptions as each stage of the discussions of the new house were filmed by the eager amateur--agreeably re-posing over the plans, obediently pointing out a [[strikethrough]] spot [[/strikethrough]] facade on the model to the specially hair-brushed children, submissively gesturing toward the tree at the edge of the site which was doomed by the new plans.

The architects reviewed this unexciting rather conformist life as they pondered the riddle of the "personal difficulties." Then they rolled up the drawings; put the model on the shelf; and closed the file on "The C------- House."

But not for long. As unexpectedly as the first telegram, the second one came two months later. Equally terse, it read "PLEASE PROCEED WITH HOUSE AS PER PREVIOUS PLANS." There was no clue, no hint.

But within a week the mystery would be unravelled. Travelling through the Middle West, the Weeses of Chicago found themselves with a broken-down car near the house of one of the architects. While the repairs were being made, they spent the night there.

In the course of conversation about the architect's various jobs, Kitty Weese's Southern drawl--hardly impaired by her Chicago residence--made an interruption.

"Too bad," she said, "that your job for the C's fell through. That was really a nasty business--it must have been a shattering experience, especially for her."

"What do you know of it?" the architect demanded eagerly.

"Well, Mother, who lives in a neighboring Southern city, wrote me all about it. Don't you know? It was all over the South..."

"What was all over the South?"