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But
this
morning
,
doubtful
as
to
whether
or
not
an
accident
had
occurred
,
he
and
his
assistant
,
Fred
Walsh
,
together
with
his
son
,
made
a
second
tour
of
the
north
shore
and
finally
came
upon
the
hats
of
both
the
girl
and
the
man
floating
among
some
rushes
near
the
shore
.
At
once
a
dredging
party
was
organized
,
and
by
three
o'clock
to-day
the
body
of
the
girl
,
concerning
whom
nothing
is
known
here
,
other
than
that
she
came
here
with
her
companion
,
was
brought
up
and
turned
over
to
the
authorities
.
That
of
the
man
has
not
yet
been
found
.
The
water
in
the
immediate
vicinity
of
the
accident
in
some
places
being
over
thirty
feet
deep
,
it
is
not
certain
whether
the
trolling
and
dredging
will
yield
the
other
body
or
not
.
In
the
case
of
a
similar
accident
which
took
place
here
some
fifteen
years
ago
,
neither
body
was
ever
recovered
.
To
the
lining
of
the
small
jacket
which
the
girl
wore
was
sewed
the
tag
of
a
Pittsfield
dealer
.
Also
in
her
shoe
lining
was
stamped
the
name
of
Jacobs
of
this
same
city
.
But
other
than
these
there
was
no
evidence
as
to
her
identity
.
It
is
assumed
by
the
authorities
here
that
if
she
carried
a
bag
of
any
kind
it
lies
at
the
bottom
of
the
lake
.
The
man
is
recalled
as
being
tall
,
dark
,
about
thirty-five
years
of
age
,
and
wore
a
light
green
suit
and
straw
hat
with
a
white
and
blue
band
.
The
girl
appears
to
be
not
more
than
twenty-five
,
five
feet
five
inches
tall
,
and
weighs
130
pounds
.
She
wore
her
hair
,
which
was
long
and
dark
brown
,
in
braids
about
her
forehead
.
On
her
left
middle
finger
is
a
small
gold
ring
with
an
amethyst
setting
.
The
police
of
Pittsfield
and
other
cities
in
this
vicinity
have
been
notified
,
but
as
yet
no
word
as
to
her
identity
has
been
received
.
This
item
,
commonplace
enough
in
the
usual
grist
of
summer
accidents
,
interested
Clyde
only
slightly
.
It
seemed
odd
,
of
course
,
that
a
girl
and
a
man
should
arrive
at
a
small
lake
anywhere
,
and
setting
forth
in
a
small
boat
in
broad
daylight
thus
lose
their
lives
.
Also
it
was
odd
that
afterwards
no
one
should
be
able
to
identify
either
of
them
.
And
yet
here
it
was
.
The
man
had
disappeared
for
good
.
He
threw
the
paper
down
,
little
concerned
at
first
,
and
turned
to
other
things
--
the
problem
that
was
confronting
him
really
--
how
he
was
to
do
.
But
later
--
and
because
of
that
,
and
as
he
was
putting
out
the
light
before
getting
into
bed
,
and
still
thinking
of
the
complicated
problem
which
his
own
life
here
presented
,
he
was
struck
by
the
thought
(
what
devil
's
whisper
?
--
what
evil
hint
of
an
evil
spirit
?
)
--
supposing
that
he
and
Roberta
--
no
,
say
he
and
Sondra
--
(
no
,
Sondra
could
swim
so
well
,
and
so
could
he
)
--
he
and
Roberta
were
in
a
small
boat
somewhere
and
it
should
capsize
at
the
very
time
,
say
,
of
this
dreadful
complication
which
was
so
harassing
him
?
What
an
escape
?
What
a
relief
from
a
gigantic
and
by
now
really
destroying
problem
!
On
the
other
hand
--
hold
--
not
so
fast
!
--
for
could
a
man
even
think
of
such
a
solution
in
connection
with
so
difficult
a
problem
as
his
without
committing
a
crime
in
his
heart
,
really
--
a
horrible
,
terrible
crime
?
He
must
not
even
think
of
such
a
thing
.
It
was
wrong
--
wrong
--
terribly
wrong
.
And
yet
,
supposing
--
by
accident
,
of
course
--
such
a
thing
as
this
did
occur
?
That
would
be
the
end
,
then
,
would
n't
it
,
of
all
his
troubles
in
connection
with
Roberta
?
No
more
terror
as
to
her
--
no
more
fear
and
heartache
even
as
to
Sondra
.
A
noiseless
,
pathless
,
quarrelless
solution
of
all
his
present
difficulties
,
and
only
joy
before
him
forever
.
Just
an
accidental
,
unpremeditated
drowning
--
and
then
the
glorious
future
which
would
be
his
!
But
the
mere
thinking
of
such
a
thing
in
connection
with
Roberta
at
this
time
--
(
why
was
it
that
his
mind
persisted
in
identifying
her
with
it
?
)
was
terrible
,
and
he
must
not
,
he
must
not
,
allow
such
a
thought
to
enter
his
mind
.
Never
,
never
,
never
!
He
must
not
.
It
was
horrible
!
Terrible
!
A
thought
of
murder
,
no
less
!
Murder
?!!!
Yet
so
wrought
up
had
he
been
,
and
still
was
,
by
the
letter
which
Roberta
had
written
him
,
as
contrasted
with
the
one
from
Sondra
--
so
delightful
and
enticing
was
the
picture
of
her
life
and
his
as
she
now
described
it
,
that
he
could
not
for
the
life
of
him
quite
expel
that
other
and
seemingly
easy
and
so
natural
a
solution
of
all
his
problem
--
if
only
such
an
accident
could
occur
to
him
and
Roberta
.
For
after
all
he
was
not
planning
any
crime
,
was
he
?
Was
he
not
merely
thinking
of
an
accident
that
,
had
it
occurred
or
could
it
but
occur
in
his
case
...
Ah
--
but
that
"
COULD
IT
BUT
OCCUR
.
"
There
was
the
dark
and
evil
thought
about
which
he
must
not
,
HE
MUST
NOT
THINK
.
He
MUST
NOT
.
And
yet
--
and
yet
,
...
He
was
an
excellent
swimmer
and
could
swim
ashore
,
no
doubt
--
whatever
the
distance
.
Whereas
Roberta
,
as
he
knew
from
swimming
with
her
at
one
beach
and
another
the
previous
summer
,
could
not
swim
.
And
then
--
and
then
--
well
and
then
,
unless
he
chose
to
help
her
,
of
course
...
As
he
thought
,
and
for
the
time
,
sitting
in
the
lamplight
of
his
own
room
between
nine-thirty
and
ten
at
night
,
a
strange
and
disturbing
creepiness
as
to
flesh
and
hair
and
finger-tips
assailed
him
.
The
wonder
and
the
horror
of
such
a
thought
!
And
presented
to
him
by
this
paper
in
this
way
.
Was
n't
that
strange
?
Besides
,
up
in
that
lake
country
to
which
he
was
now
going
to
Sondra
,
were
many
,
many
lakes
about
everywhere
--
were
there
not
?
Scores
up
there
where
Sondra
was
.
Or
so
she
had
said
.
And
Roberta
loved
the
out
-
of-doors
and
the
water
so
--
although
she
could
not
swim
--
could
not
swim
--
could
not
swim
.
And
they
or
at
least
he
was
going
where
lakes
were
,
or
they
might
,
might
they
not
--
and
if
not
,
why
not
?
since
both
had
talked
of
some
Fourth
of
July
resort
in
their
planning
,
their
final
departure
--
he
and
Roberta
.
But
,
no
!
no
!
The
mere
thought
of
an
accident
such
as
that
in
connection
with
her
,
however
much
he
might
wish
to
be
rid
of
her
--
was
sinful
,
dark
and
terrible
!
He
must
not
let
his
mind
run
on
any
such
things
for
even
a
moment
.
It
was
too
wrong
--
too
vile
--
too
terrible
!
Oh
,
dreadful
thought
!
To
think
it
should
have
come
to
him
!
And
at
this
time
of
all
times
--
when
she
was
demanding
that
he
go
away
with
her
!
