Chapter 49

The final note of “Memories” died away in a diminuendo wail, and the musician almost collapsed into Seaton’s arms. The profound silence, more impressive far than any possible applause, was broken by Dorothy. “There—I’m all right now, Dick. I was about out of control for a minute. I wish they could have had that on a recorder—I’ll never be able to play like that again if I live to be a thousand years old.” “It is on record, daughter. Every note and every inflection is preserved, precisely as you played it,” Orlon as…