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"
There
ai
n't
no
papers
,
"
commented
Burchard
Taylor
.
"
Besides
,
it
's
not
likely
yet
,
did
n't
Sondra
say
she
just
heard
it
from
Blanche
Locke
over
the
phone
?
She
's
up
near
there
.
"
"
Oh
,
yes
,
that
's
right
.
"
And
yet
might
not
that
small
local
afternoon
paper
of
Sharon
--
The
Banner
,
was
n't
it
--
have
something
as
to
this
?
If
only
he
could
see
it
yet
to-night
!
But
another
thought
!
For
Heaven
's
sake
!
It
came
to
him
now
for
the
first
time
.
His
footprints
!
Were
there
any
in
the
mud
of
that
shore
?
He
had
not
even
stopped
to
look
,
climbing
out
so
hastily
as
he
did
.
And
might
there
not
have
been
?
And
then
would
they
not
know
and
proceed
to
follow
him
--
the
man
those
three
men
saw
?
Clifford
Golden
!
That
ride
down
this
morning
.
His
going
out
to
the
Cranstons
'
in
their
car
.
That
wet
suit
over
in
the
room
at
the
Cranstons
'
!
Had
any
one
in
his
absence
been
in
his
room
as
yet
to
look
,
examine
,
inquire
--
open
his
bag
,
maybe
?
An
officer
?
God
!
It
was
there
in
his
bag
.
But
why
in
his
bag
or
anywhere
else
near
him
now
?
Why
had
he
not
hidden
it
before
this
--
thrown
it
in
the
lake
here
,
maybe
,
with
a
stone
in
it
?
That
would
keep
it
down
.
God
!
What
was
he
thinking
in
the
face
of
such
a
desperate
situation
as
this
?
Supposing
he
did
need
the
suit
!
He
was
now
up
,
standing
--
mentally
and
physically
frozen
really
--
his
eyes
touched
with
a
stony
glaze
for
the
moment
.
He
must
get
out
of
here
.
He
must
go
back
there
,
at
once
,
and
dispose
of
that
suit
--
drop
it
in
the
lake
--
hide
it
somewhere
in
those
woods
beyond
the
house
!
And
yet
--
he
could
not
do
that
so
swiftly
,
either
--
leave
so
instantly
after
this
light
conversation
about
the
drowning
of
those
two
people
.
How
would
that
look
?
And
as
instantly
there
came
the
thought
--
no
--
be
calm
--
show
no
trace
of
excitement
of
any
kind
,
if
you
can
manage
it
--
appear
cool
--
make
some
unimportant
remark
,
if
you
can
.
And
so
now
,
mustering
what
nervous
strength
he
had
,
and
drawing
near
to
Sondra
,
he
said
:
"
Too
bad
,
eh
?
"
Yet
in
a
voice
that
for
all
its
thinly-achieved
normality
was
on
the
borderline
of
shaking
and
trembling
.
His
knees
and
his
hands
,
also
.
"
Yes
,
it
certainly
is
,
"
replied
Sondra
,
turning
to
him
alone
now
.
"
I
always
hate
to
hear
of
anything
like
that
,
do
n't
you
?
Mother
worries
so
about
Stuart
and
me
fooling
around
these
lakes
as
it
is
.
"
"
Yes
,
I
know
.
"
His
voice
was
thick
and
heavy
.
He
could
scarcely
form
the
words
.
They
were
smothered
,
choked
.
His
lips
tightened
to
a
thinner
white
line
than
before
.
His
face
grew
paler
still
.
