by horace p sternwall
art direction by rhoda penmarq
illustrated by roy dismas , konrad kraus and rhoda penmarq
"please, please speed it up, henry. there is nothing out there. we are in the middle of nowhere, and there is nothing out there."
"the fog is out there, my dear. the fog itself is something and it is out there."
"please don't make me have to take the wheel again. i wouldn't like that. and you wouldn't like that."
"it's better that i drive, if we want to get to clark's in one piece."
"in one piece when the party is over."
"i am sure we are not the only ones who will be held up by this fog. clark isn't going to start the party with no guests."
"he might if the ice is melting."
"you know clark that well, do you?"
"of course, i've known him for years." carol picked her big black purse off the seat beneath her and took her pack of herbert tareytons out of it.
"is there anyone you haven't known for years?'
"don't start." she put a tareyton between her lips and pushed in the cigarette lighter on the dashboard.