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There
!
What
was
it
?
He
dropped
his
bag
and
in
a
cold
sweat
sunk
down
,
crouching
behind
a
tall
,
thick
tree
,
rigid
and
motionless
with
fear
.
That
sound
!
But
only
a
screech-owl
!
He
had
heard
it
several
weeks
before
at
the
Cranston
lodge
.
But
here
!
In
this
wood
!
This
dark
!
He
must
be
getting
on
and
out
of
here
.
There
was
no
doubt
of
that
.
He
must
not
be
thinking
such
horrible
,
fearful
thoughts
,
or
he
would
not
be
able
to
keep
up
his
strength
or
courage
at
all
.
But
that
look
in
the
eyes
of
Roberta
!
That
last
appealing
look
!
God
!
He
could
not
keep
from
seeing
it
!
Her
mournful
,
terrible
screams
!
Could
he
not
cease
from
hearing
them
--
until
he
got
out
of
here
anyhow
?
Had
she
understood
,
when
he
struck
her
,
that
it
was
not
intentional
--
a
mere
gesture
of
anger
and
protest
?
Did
she
know
that
NOW
,
wherever
she
was
--
in
the
bottom
of
the
lake
--
or
here
in
the
dark
of
these
woods
beside
him
,
mayhap
?
Ghosts
!
Hers
.
But
he
must
get
out
of
this
--
out
of
this
!
He
must
--
and
yet
the
safety
of
these
woods
,
too
.
He
must
not
be
too
brash
in
stepping
out
into
any
road
,
either
.
Pedestrians
!
People
in
search
of
him
,
maybe
!
But
did
people
really
live
after
death
?
Were
there
ghosts
?
And
did
they
know
the
truth
?
Then
she
must
know
--
but
how
he
plotted
before
that
,
too
.
And
what
would
she
think
of
that
!
And
was
she
here
now
reproachfully
and
gloomily
pursuing
him
with
mistaken
accusations
,
as
true
as
it
might
be
that
he
had
intended
to
kill
her
at
first
?
He
had
!
He
had
!
And
that
was
the
great
sin
,
of
course
.
Even
though
he
had
not
killed
her
,
yet
something
had
done
it
for
him
!
That
was
true
.
But
ghosts
--
God
--
spirits
that
might
pursue
you
after
they
were
dead
,
seeking
to
expose
and
punish
you
--
seeking
to
set
people
on
your
track
,
maybe
!
Who
could
tell
?
His
mother
had
confessed
to
him
and
Frank
and
Esta
and
Julia
that
she
believed
in
ghosts
.
And
then
at
last
the
moon
,
after
three
such
hours
of
stumbling
,
listening
,
waiting
,
perspiring
,
trembling
.
No
one
in
sight
now
,
thank
God
!
And
the
stars
overhead
--
bright
and
yet
soft
,
as
at
Pine
Point
where
Sondra
was
.
If
she
could
see
him
now
,
slipping
away
from
Roberta
dead
in
that
lake
,
his
own
hat
upon
the
waters
there
!
If
she
could
have
heard
Roberta
's
cries
!
How
strange
,
that
never
,
never
,
never
would
he
be
able
to
tell
her
that
because
of
her
,
her
beauty
,
his
passion
for
her
and
all
that
she
had
come
to
mean
to
him
,
he
had
been
able
to
...
to
...
to
...
