By Cornell Woolrich
It starts as a exposure stunt: a singer parading a jaguar on a leash. yet then the killer cat escapes into the center of a South American urban and shortly a girl is located torn to demise. because the police look for the jaguar, one guy seems to be deeper—for a creature extra negative than any jungle beast . . .
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Sweetness of my life. Will you go there again today? I will be waiting. I have counted the hours all week long, since the last time. " Somehow she got it inside the lining of her glove, refolded, by thumb motion alone. Then she dipped her face to the violets once more. As the Señora Viuda had said, one couldn't change the world. 34 They came out of the older part of town with its tortuous, cobbled streets, where respectable, conservative families like hers lived, into one of the new semi-suburban sections, favored by foreigners and the more flashily prosperous who copied their ways--even to letting their daughters run around without an older woman in attendance.
Then suddenly as she lay there like that, head and shoulders reared off the ground, the rest of her sprawled supinely out upon it, a sound came from over the wall, so matter-of-fact, so casual, so close at hand--she couldn't believe it was real, she couldn't believe she'd actually heard it. It was the hollow, slightly wooden-sounding clap a car door gives when it is carelessly flung closed against the chassis. And then a lesser sound, the snap of a key in a lock. An empty car must have been parked outside there all along, close up against the cemetery wall, waiting for someone.
Let's go inside out of the glare," Conchita suggested demurely. They continued on into an interior of cavelike dimness, after the outer brightness, in which a sea of other equally reedy, equally untenanted iron tables could be made out. A loosely strung pasteboard sign proclaiming ASK FOR EL SOL BEER brushed against Marta's head as she passed below it. She swept it indignantly aside. They seated themselves opposite one another in a small booth against the wall, duenna and massed flowers on one side of the table, young mourner on the other.