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And
,
he
himself
,
after
bathing
and
dressing
,
assuming
a
jocular
air
although
his
nerves
remained
tense
and
his
mood
apprehensive
.
And
then
descending
to
where
Sondra
and
Burchard
Taylor
and
Jill
Trumbull
were
laughing
over
some
amusing
experiences
in
connection
with
motor-boating
the
day
before
.
Jill
Trumbull
called
to
him
as
he
came
out
:
"
Hello
,
Clyde
!
Been
playing
hookey
or
what
?
I
have
n't
seen
you
in
I
do
n't
know
when
.
"
And
he
,
after
smiling
wistfully
at
Sondra
,
craving
as
never
before
her
sympathy
as
well
as
her
affection
,
drawing
himself
up
on
the
railing
of
the
veranda
and
replying
,
as
smoothly
as
he
could
:
"
Been
working
over
at
Albany
since
Tuesday
.
Hot
down
there
.
It
's
certainly
fine
to
be
up
here
to-day
.
Who
's
all
up
?
"
And
Jill
Trumbull
,
smiling
:
"
Oh
,
nearly
every
one
,
I
guess
.
I
saw
Vanda
over
at
the
Randalls
'
yesterday
.
And
Scott
wrote
Bertine
he
was
coming
to
the
Point
next
Tuesday
.
It
looks
to
me
as
though
no
one
was
going
over
to
Greenwood
much
this
year
.
"
And
then
a
long
and
intense
discussion
as
to
why
Greenwood
was
no
longer
what
it
had
been
.
And
then
Sondra
exclaiming
:
"
That
reminds
me
!
I
have
to
phone
Bella
to
-
day
.
She
promised
to
come
up
to
that
horse
show
over
at
Bristol
week
after
next
,
sure
.
"
And
then
more
talk
of
horses
and
dogs
.
And
Clyde
,
listening
intently
in
his
anxiety
to
seem
an
integral
part
of
it
all
,
yet
brooding
on
all
that
so
desperately
concerned
him
.
Those
three
men
.
Roberta
.
Maybe
they
had
found
her
body
by
now
--
who
could
tell
,
yet
saying
to
himself
--
why
so
fearsome
?
Was
it
likely
that
in
that
depth
of
water
--
fifty
feet
maybe
,
for
all
he
knew
--
that
they
would
find
her
?
Or
that
they
could
ever
identify
him
with
Clifford
Golden
or
Carl
Graham
?
How
could
they
?
Had
n't
he
really
and
truly
covered
his
tracks
except
for
those
three
men
?
THOSE
THREE
MEN
!
He
shivered
,
as
with
cold
,
in
spite
of
himself
.
And
then
Sondra
,
sensing
a
note
of
depression
about
him
.
(
She
had
determined
from
his
obvious
lack
of
equipment
on
his
first
visit
that
perhaps
the
want
of
money
was
at
the
bottom
of
his
present
mood
,
and
so
proposed
later
this
day
to
extract
seventy-five
dollars
from
her
purse
and
force
that
upon
him
in
order
that
at
no
point
where
petty
expenditures
should
be
required
,
should
he
feel
the
least
bit
embarrassed
during
his
stay
this
time
.
)
And
after
a
few
moments
,
thinking
of
the
short
golf
course
,
with
its
variety
of
concealing
hazards
for
unseen
kisses
and
embraces
,
she
now
jumped
up
with
:
"
Who
's
for
a
mixed
foursome
?
Come
on
,
Jill
,
Clyde
,
Burch
!
I
'll
bet
Clyde
and
I
can
turn
in
a
lower
card
than
you
two
can
!
"
"
I
'll
take
that
!
"
exclaimed
Burchard
Taylor
,
rising
and
straightening
his
yellow
and
blue
striped
sweater
,
"
even
if
I
did
n't
get
in
until
four
this
morning
.
How
about
you
,
Jilly
?
If
you
want
to
make
that
for
the
lunches
,
Sonny
,
I
'll
take
it
.
"
And
at
once
Clyde
wincing
and
chilling
,
for
he
was
thinking
of
the
miserable
twenty-five
dollars
left
him
from
all
his
recent
ghastly
adventures
.
And
a
lunch
for
four
here
would
cost
not
less
than
eight
or
ten
dollars
!
Perhaps
more
.
At
the
same
time
,
Sondra
,
noting
his
expression
,
exclaimed
:
"
That
's
a
go
!
"
and
drawing
near
to
Clyde
tapped
him
gently
with
her
toe
,
exclaiming
:
"
But
I
have
to
change
.
I
'll
be
right
down
.
In
the
meantime
,
Clyde
,
I
'll
tell
you
what
you
do
--
go
and
find
Andrew
and
tell
him
to
get
the
clubs
,
will
you
?
We
can
go
over
in
your
boat
,
ca
n't
we
,
Burchy
?
"
And
Clyde
,
hurrying
to
find
Andrew
,
and
thinking
of
the
probable
cost
of
the
lunch
if
he
and
Sondra
were
defeated
,
but
being
caught
up
with
by
Sondra
and
seized
by
the
arm
.
"
Wait
a
minute
,
honey
,
I
'll
be
right
back
.
"
Then
dashing
up
the
steps
to
her
room
,
and
in
a
moment
down
again
,
a
handful
of
bills
she
had
reserved
shut
tightly
in
her
little
fist
:
"
Here
,
darling
,
quick
!
"
she
whispered
,
taking
hold
of
one
of
Clyde
's
coat
pockets
and
putting
the
money
into
it
.
"
Ssh
!
Not
a
word
,
now
!
Hurry
!
It
's
to
pay
for
the
lunch
in
case
we
lose
,
and
some
other
things
.
I
'll
tell
you
afterwards
.
Oh
,
but
I
do
love
you
,
baby
boy
!
"
And
then
,
her
warm
,
brown
eyes
fixed
on
him
for
a
moment
in
profound
admiration
,
dashing
up
the
stairs
again
,
from
where
she
called
:
"
Do
n't
stand
there
,
silly
!
Get
the
golf
clubs
!
The
golf
clubs
!
"
And
she
was
gone
.
And
Clyde
,
feeling
his
pocket
and
realizing
that
she
had
given
him
much
--
plenty
,
no
doubt
,
for
all
of
his
needs
while
here
,
as
well
as
to
escape
if
need
be
.
And
exclaiming
to
himself
:
"
Darling
!
"
"
Baby
girl
!
"
His
beautiful
,
warm
,
generous
Sondra
!
She
loved
him
so
--
truly
loved
him
.
But
if
ever
she
should
find
out
!
Oh
,
God
!
And
yet
all
for
her
,
if
she
only
knew
.
All
for
her
!
And
then
finding
Andrew
and
returning
with
him
carrying
the
bags
.
And
here
was
Sondra
again
,
dancing
down
in
a
smart
green
knitted
sports
costume
.
And
Jill
in
a
new
cap
and
blouse
which
made
her
look
like
a
jockey
,
laughing
at
Burchard
who
was
at
the
wheel
of
the
boat
.
And
Sondra
calling
back
to
Bertine
and
Harley
Baggott
in
the
swing
as
she
was
passing
:
"
Hey
,
fellows
!
You
wo
n't
come
,
eh
?
"
"
Where
?
"
