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"
I
can
well
believe
now
that
you
would
kill
a
girl
and
sneak
away
in
just
such
a
way
as
you
did
--
and
with
her
in
that
condition
!
But
then
to
try
to
deny
her
own
letters
to
you
!
Why
,
you
might
as
well
try
to
deny
that
you
're
here
and
alive
.
These
cards
and
notes
here
--
what
about
them
?
I
suppose
they
're
not
from
Miss
Finchley
?
How
about
those
?
Do
you
mean
to
tell
me
these
are
not
from
her
either
?
"
He
waved
them
before
Clyde
's
eyes
.
And
Clyde
,
seeing
that
the
truth
concerning
these
,
Sondra
being
within
call
,
was
capable
of
being
substantiated
here
and
now
,
replied
:
"
No
,
I
do
n't
deny
that
those
are
from
her
.
"
"
Very
good
.
But
these
others
from
your
trunk
in
the
same
room
are
not
from
Miss
Alden
to
you
?
"
"
I
do
n't
care
to
say
as
to
that
,
"
he
replied
,
blinking
feebly
as
Mason
waved
Roberta
's
letters
before
him
.
"
Tst
!
Tst
!
Tst
!
Of
all
things
,
"
clicked
Mason
in
high
dudgeon
.
"
Such
nonsense
!
Such
effrontery
!
Oh
,
very
well
,
we
wo
n't
worry
about
all
that
now
.
I
can
easily
prove
it
all
when
the
time
comes
.
But
how
you
can
stand
there
and
deny
it
,
knowing
that
I
have
the
evidence
,
is
beyond
me
!
A
card
in
your
own
handwriting
which
you
forgot
to
take
out
of
the
bag
you
had
her
leave
at
Gun
Lodge
while
you
took
yours
with
you
.
Mr.
Carl
Graham
,
Mr.
Clifford
Golden
,
Mr.
Clyde
Griffiths
--
a
card
on
which
you
wrote
'
From
Clyde
to
Bert
,
Merry
Xmas
.
'
Do
you
remember
that
?
Well
,
here
it
is
.
"
And
here
he
reached
into
his
pocket
and
drew
forth
the
small
card
taken
from
the
toilet
set
and
waved
it
under
Clyde
's
nose
.
"
Have
you
forgotten
that
,
too
?
Your
own
handwriting
!
"
And
then
pausing
and
getting
no
reply
,
finally
adding
:
"
Why
,
what
a
dunce
you
are
!
--
what
a
poor
plotter
,
without
even
the
brains
not
to
use
your
own
initials
in
getting
up
those
fake
names
you
had
hoped
to
masquerade
under
--
Mr.
Carl
Graham
--
Mr.
Clifford
Golden
!
"
At
the
same
time
,
fully
realizing
the
importance
of
a
confession
and
wondering
how
it
was
to
be
brought
about
here
and
now
,
Mason
suddenly
--
Clyde
's
expression
,
his
frozen-faced
terror
,
suggesting
the
thought
that
perhaps
he
was
too
frightened
to
talk
at
once
changed
his
tactics
--
at
least
to
the
extent
of
lowering
his
voice
,
smoothing
the
formidable
wrinkles
from
his
forehead
and
about
his
mouth
.
"
You
see
,
it
's
this
way
,
Griffiths
,
"
he
now
began
,
much
more
calmly
and
simply
.
"
Lying
or
just
foolish
thoughtless
denial
under
such
circumstances
as
these
ca
n't
help
you
in
the
least
.
It
can
only
harm
you
,
and
that
's
the
truth
.
You
may
think
I
've
been
a
little
rough
so
far
,
but
it
was
only
because
I
've
been
under
a
great
strain
myself
in
connection
with
this
case
,
trying
to
catch
up
with
some
one
I
thought
would
be
a
very
different
type
from
yourself
.
But
now
that
I
see
you
and
see
how
you
feel
about
it
all
--
how
really
frightened
you
are
by
what
has
happened
--
it
just
occurs
to
me
that
there
may
be
something
in
connection
with
this
case
,
some
extenuating
circumstances
,
which
,
if
they
were
related
by
you
now
,
might
throw
a
slightly
different
light
on
all
this
.
Of
course
,
I
do
n't
know
.
You
yourself
ought
to
be
the
best
judge
,
but
I
'm
laying
the
thought
before
you
for
what
it
's
worth
.
For
,
of
course
,
here
are
these
letters
.
Besides
,
when
we
get
to
Three
Mile
Bay
to
-
morrow
,
as
we
will
,
I
hope
,
there
will
be
those
three
men
who
met
you
the
other
night
walking
south
from
Big
Bittern
.
And
not
only
those
,
but
the
innkeeper
from
Grass
Lake
,
the
innkeeper
from
Big
Bittern
,
the
boatkeeper
up
there
who
rented
that
boat
,
and
the
driver
who
drove
you
and
Roberta
Alden
over
from
Gun
Lodge
.
They
will
identify
you
.
Do
you
think
they
wo
n't
know
you
--
not
any
of
them
--
not
be
able
to
say
whether
you
were
up
there
with
her
or
not
,
or
that
a
jury
when
the
time
comes
wo
n't
believe
them
?
"
And
all
this
Clyde
registered
mentally
like
a
machine
clicking
to
a
coin
,
yet
said
nothing
--
merely
staring
,
frozen
.
