As Lane sped out Elm Street in a taxicab he remembered that his last ride in such a conveyance had been with Helen when he took her home from a party.

She was then about seventeen years old.

And that night she had coaxed him to marry her before he left to go to war.

Had her feminine instinct been infallibly right?
Would marrying her have saved her from what Blair had so forcibly suggested?
Elm Street was a newly developed part of Middleville, high on one of its hills, and manifestly a restricted section.

Lane had found the number of Helen's home in the telephone book.