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"
The
hat
and
coat
left
by
the
girl
at
the
inn
were
of
dark
and
light
tan
respectively
,
her
dress
a
dark
blue
.
"
Notice
has
been
sent
to
all
railroad
stations
in
this
vicinity
to
be
on
the
lookout
for
Golden
,
or
Graham
,
in
order
that
he
may
be
arrested
if
he
is
alive
and
attempts
to
make
his
escape
.
The
body
of
the
drowned
girl
is
to
be
removed
to
Bridgeburg
,
the
county
seat
of
this
county
,
where
an
inquest
is
later
to
be
held
.
"
In
frozen
silence
he
sat
and
pondered
.
For
would
not
the
news
of
such
a
dastardly
murder
as
this
now
appeared
to
be
,
together
with
the
fact
that
it
had
been
committed
in
this
immediate
vicinity
,
stir
up
such
marked
excitement
as
to
cause
many
--
perhaps
all
--
to
scan
all
goers
and
comers
everywhere
in
the
hope
of
detecting
the
one
who
had
thus
been
described
?
Might
it
not
be
better
,
therefore
,
since
they
were
so
close
on
his
trail
already
,
if
he
were
to
go
to
the
authorities
at
Big
Bittern
or
here
and
make
a
clean
breast
of
all
that
had
thus
far
occurred
,
the
original
plot
and
the
reasons
therefor
,
only
explaining
how
at
the
very
last
he
had
not
really
killed
her
--
had
experienced
a
change
of
heart
and
had
not
been
able
to
do
as
he
had
planned
?
But
,
no
.
That
would
be
to
give
away
to
Sondra
and
the
Griffiths
all
that
had
been
going
on
between
him
and
Roberta
--
and
before
it
was
absolutely
certain
that
all
was
ended
for
him
here
.
And
besides
,
would
they
believe
him
now
,
after
that
flight
--
those
reported
wounds
?
Did
it
not
really
look
as
though
he
had
killed
her
,
regardless
of
how
he
might
try
to
explain
that
he
had
not
?
It
was
not
unlikely
also
that
at
least
some
among
all
those
who
had
seen
him
would
be
able
to
detect
him
from
this
printed
description
,
even
though
he
no
longer
wore
the
gray
suit
or
the
straw
hat
.
God
!
They
were
looking
for
him
,
or
rather
for
that
Clifford
Golden
or
Carl
Graham
who
looked
like
him
,
in
order
to
charge
him
with
murder
!
But
if
he
looked
exactly
like
Clifford
Golden
and
those
three
men
came
!
He
began
to
shiver
.
And
worse
yet
.
A
new
and
horrible
thought
,
this
--
and
at
this
instant
,
and
for
the
first
time
flashing
upon
his
mind
--
the
similarity
of
those
initials
to
his
own
!
He
had
never
thought
of
them
in
an
unfavorable
light
before
,
but
now
he
could
see
that
they
were
detrimental
.
Why
was
it
that
he
had
never
thought
of
that
before
?
Why
was
it
?
Why
was
it
?
Oh
,
God
!
Just
then
a
telephone
call
for
him
came
from
Sondra
.
It
was
announced
as
from
her
.
Yet
even
so
he
was
compelled
to
brace
himself
in
order
to
make
even
an
acceptable
showing
,
vocally
.
How
was
her
sick
boy
this
morning
?
Any
better
?
How
dreadful
that
illness
last
night
to
come
on
him
so
suddenly
.
Was
he
really
all
right
now
?
And
was
he
going
to
be
able
to
go
on
the
trip
all
right
?
That
was
fine
.
She
had
been
so
frightened
and
so
worried
all
night
for
fear
he
might
be
too
sick
to
want
to
go
.
But
he
was
going
,
so
everything
was
all
right
again
now
.
Darling
!
Precious
baby
!
Did
her
baby
boy
love
her
so
?
She
was
just
sure
that
the
trip
would
do
him
a
lot
of
good
.
But
until
noon
,
now
,
dear
,
she
would
be
using
all
her
spare
time
getting
ready
,
but
at
one
,
or
one-thirty
,
everybody
would
be
at
the
Casino
pier
.
And
then
--
oh
,
my
!
Ho
!
for
a
great
old
time
up
there
!
He
was
to
come
with
Bertine
and
Grant
and
whoever
else
was
coming
from
there
,
and
then
at
the
pier
he
could
change
to
Stuart
's
launch
.
They
were
certain
to
have
so
much
fun
--
just
loads
of
it
--
but
just
now
she
would
have
to
go
.
Bye-bye
!
And
once
more
like
a
bright-colored
bird
she
was
gone
.
But
three
hours
to
wait
before
he
could
leave
here
and
so
avoid
the
danger
of
encountering
any
one
who
might
be
looking
for
Clifford
Golden
or
Carl
Graham
!
Still
until
then
he
could
walk
up
the
lake
shore
into
the
woods
,
could
n't
he
?
--
or
sit
below
,
his
bag
all
packed
,
and
watch
who
,
if
anybody
,
might
approach
along
the
long
-
winding
path
from
the
road
or
by
launch
across
the
lake
.
And
if
he
saw
any
one
who
looked
at
all
suspicious
,
he
could
take
flight
,
could
he
not
?
And
afterwards
doing
just
that
--
first
walking
away
into
the
woods
and
looking
back
,
as
might
a
hunted
animal
.
Then
later
returning
and
sitting
or
walking
,
but
always
watching
,
watching
.
(
What
man
was
that
?
What
boat
was
that
?
Where
was
it
going
?
Was
it
coming
here
,
by
any
chance
?
Who
was
in
it
?
Supposing
an
officer
--
a
detective
?
Then
flight
,
of
course
--
if
there
was
still
time
.
)
