Who?

He felt no anger towards Kitti, no sense that she had betrayed him.

Who?

She was all he had, everything he had, everything he wanted. Someone had taken her away from him.

Who?

Where there is a left-hand entry in the ledger, there is a right-hand one, he remembered from his school days.

Where there is a victim, there is a killer.

Who?

Whoever he was and your wife were intimate.

He rose from the chair, took off his coat. Quickly, he went into the bedroom.

The bed still showed signs of where Kitti had lain. Gilborn stood there for a long time. He looked at the bed unblinkingly.

The bed was empty now. Kitti would lie in it no more. He would lie in it no more.

Gilborn wondered whether Kitti had lain in that same bed with & & & Who?

For thirty minutes, Stanley Gilborn stood there.

At the end of the half-hour, racking his brains, thinking over and over again of Kitti, her friends, her past, he left the bedroom.

Who?

He could think of no answer.

Gilborn put on his coat again. Before leaving, he took one last, lingering look at the apartment.

He knew he would never see it again.

In the street, walking as quickly as he could, Stanley Gilborn was a lone figure.

On Blanche Jacobs, Kitti Gilborn's death had a quite different effect. For Blanche, Kitti's death was a source of guilty, but nonetheless soaring, happy hope.

In Blanche's defense, it must be said she was unaware of the newborn hope.