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Show -357- After the second car had l e f t , the Professor moved to the side of the small building, xrhere the afternoon January sun xas xarmer and where he could look up Nineteenth Avenue toward the campus. He couldn't see the campus from here, but he could see into Park Merced to the south of i t . He xas just t e l l i n g himself that another day had passed without the police appearing xrhen he saw the txro police busses standing just inside gate to the housing project. This struck him as strange. They usually appeared before t h i s , just a f t e r the students marched onto the campus a t one o'clock. Here i t xas five minutes to txro, and he xas certain the police were not on the quadrangle. If they had been, he would have seen students running axay from the campus. He did see one student noxr, and she xas almost running, hurrying up the walkway toxard him, a lone figure on the full two block-length. He d i d n ' t recognize her a t f i r s t , but as she neared, he saxr that i t xas the pink-haired g i r l xrho had sent the txro boys out to his house. The memory of i t angered him as he xatched her cross the xride intersection to where he xaited for her. His lips xrere tight as he met her and escorted her to his car and opened the door. "Oh, thank you, Professor," she said breathlessly as she got into the car and took her seat. "I xas afraid you would leave xrithout me." The Professor didn't reply. He got into his oxm seat and s t a r t e d the engine. He d i d n ' t speak u n t i l he had successfully made his xay across the complicated corner and xas driv- |
