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"
And
in
the
meantime
,
"
continued
the
district
attorney
"
if
you
'll
have
Earl
have
some
pictures
made
of
the
exact
position
where
the
boat
,
oars
,
and
hat
were
found
,
as
well
as
mark
the
spot
where
the
body
was
found
,
and
subpoena
as
many
witnesses
as
you
can
,
I
'll
have
vouchers
for
it
all
put
through
with
the
auditor
.
And
to
-
morrow
or
Monday
I
'll
pitch
in
and
help
myself
.
"
And
here
he
gripped
Heit
's
right
hand
--
then
patted
him
on
the
shoulder
.
And
Heit
,
much
gratified
by
his
various
moves
so
far
--
and
in
consequence
hopeful
for
the
future
--
now
took
up
his
weird
straw
hat
and
buttoning
his
thin
,
loose
coat
,
returned
to
his
office
to
get
his
faithful
Earl
on
the
long
distance
telephone
to
instruct
him
and
to
say
that
he
was
returning
to
the
scene
of
the
crime
himself
.
Orville
Mason
could
readily
sympathize
with
a
family
which
on
sight
struck
him
as
having
,
perhaps
,
like
himself
endured
the
whips
,
the
scorns
and
contumelies
of
life
.
As
he
drove
up
in
his
official
car
from
Bridgeburg
at
about
four
o'clock
that
Saturday
afternoon
,
there
was
the
old
tatterdemalion
farmhouse
and
Titus
Alden
himself
in
his
shirt-sleeves
and
overalls
coming
up
from
a
pig-pen
at
the
foot
of
the
hill
,
his
face
and
body
suggesting
a
man
who
is
constantly
conscious
of
the
fact
that
he
has
made
out
so
poorly
.
And
now
Mason
regretted
that
he
had
not
telephoned
before
leaving
Bridgeburg
,
for
he
could
see
that
the
news
of
his
daughter
's
death
would
shock
such
a
man
as
this
most
terribly
.
At
the
same
time
,
Titus
,
noting
his
approach
and
assuming
that
it
might
be
some
one
who
was
seeking
a
direction
,
civilly
approached
him
.
"
Is
this
Mr.
Titus
Alden
?
"
"
Yes
,
sir
,
that
's
my
name
.
"
"
Mr.
Alden
,
my
name
is
Mason
.
I
am
from
Bridgeburg
,
district
attorney
of
Cataraqui
County
.
"
"
Yes
,
sir
,
"
replied
Titus
,
wondering
by
what
strange
chance
the
district
attorney
of
so
distant
a
county
should
be
approaching
and
inquiring
of
him
.
And
Mason
now
looked
at
Titus
,
not
knowing
just
how
to
begin
.
The
bitterness
of
the
news
he
had
to
impart
--
the
crumpling
power
of
it
upon
such
an
obviously
feeble
and
inadequate
soul
.
They
had
paused
under
one
of
the
large
,
dark
fir
trees
that
stood
in
front
of
the
house
.
The
wind
in
its
needles
was
whispering
its
world-old
murmur
.
"
Mr.
Alden
,
"
began
Mason
,
with
more
solemnity
and
delicacy
than
ordinarily
characterized
him
,
"
you
are
the
father
of
a
girl
by
the
name
of
Bert
,
or
possibly
Alberta
,
are
you
not
?
I
'm
not
sure
that
I
have
the
name
right
.
"
"
Roberta
,
"
corrected
Titus
Alden
,
a
titillating
sense
of
something
untoward
affecting
his
nerves
as
he
said
it
.
