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For
,
frowning
directly
before
him
,
like
a
huge
and
basalt
headland
above
a
troubled
and
angry
sea
,
was
the
trial
itself
,
with
all
that
it
implied
--
the
fierce
assault
of
Mason
which
he
could
only
confront
,
for
the
most
part
,
with
the
lies
framed
for
him
by
Jephson
and
Belknap
.
For
,
although
he
was
constantly
seeking
to
salve
his
conscience
with
the
thought
that
at
the
last
moment
he
had
not
had
the
courage
to
strike
Roberta
,
nevertheless
this
other
story
was
so
terribly
difficult
for
him
to
present
and
defend
--
a
fact
which
both
Belknap
and
Jephson
realized
and
which
caused
the
latter
to
appear
most
frequently
at
Clyde
's
cell
door
with
the
greeting
:
"
Well
,
how
's
tricks
to-day
?
"
The
peculiarly
rusty
and
disheveled
and
indifferently
tailored
character
of
Jephson
's
suits
!
The
worn
and
disarranged
effect
of
his
dark
brown
soft
hat
,
pulled
low
over
his
eyes
!
His
long
,
bony
,
knotty
hands
,
suggesting
somehow
an
enormous
tensile
strength
.
And
the
hard
,
small
blue
eyes
filled
with
a
shrewd
,
determined
cunning
and
courage
,
with
which
he
was
seeking
to
inoculate
Clyde
,
and
which
somehow
did
inoculate
him
!
"
Any
more
preachers
around
to-day
?
Any
more
country
girls
or
Mason
's
boys
?
"
For
during
this
time
,
because
of
the
enormous
interest
aroused
by
the
pitiable
death
of
Roberta
,
as
well
as
the
evidence
of
her
rich
and
beautiful
rival
,
Clyde
was
being
visited
by
every
type
of
shallow
crime-or-sex-curious
country
bumpkin
lawyer
,
doctor
,
merchant
,
yokel
evangelist
or
minister
,
all
friends
or
acquaintances
of
one
or
another
of
the
officials
of
the
city
,
and
who
,
standing
before
his
cell
door
betimes
,
and
at
the
most
unexpected
moments
,
and
after
surveying
him
with
curious
,
or
resentful
,
or
horrified
eyes
,
asked
such
questions
as
:
"
Do
you
pray
,
brother
?
Do
you
get
right
down
on
your
knees
and
pray
?
"
(
Clyde
was
reminded
of
his
mother
and
father
at
such
times
.
)
Had
he
made
his
peace
with
God
?
Did
he
actually
deny
that
he
had
killed
Roberta
Alden
?
In
the
case
of
three
country
girls
:
"
Would
you
mind
telling
us
the
name
of
the
girl
you
are
supposed
to
be
in
love
with
,
and
where
she
is
now
?
We
wo
n't
tell
any
one
.
Will
she
appear
at
the
trial
?
"
Questions
which
Clyde
could
do
no
more
than
ignore
,
or
if
not
,
answer
as
equivocally
or
evasively
or
indifferently
as
possible
.
For
although
he
was
inclined
to
resent
them
,
still
was
he
not
being
constantly
instructed
by
both
Belknap
and
Jephson
that
for
the
good
of
his
own
cause
he
must
try
to
appear
genial
and
civil
and
optimistic
?
Then
there
came
also
newspaper
men
,
or
women
,
accompanied
by
artists
or
photographers
,
to
interview
and
make
studies
of
him
.
But
with
these
,
for
the
most
part
and
on
the
advice
of
Belknap
and
Jephson
he
refused
to
communicate
or
said
only
what
he
was
told
to
say
.
"
You
can
talk
all
you
want
,
"
suggested
Jephson
,
genially
,
"
so
long
as
you
do
n't
say
anything
.
And
the
stiff
upper
lip
,
you
know
.
And
the
smile
that
wo
n't
come
off
,
see
?
Not
failing
to
go
over
that
list
,
are
you
?
"
(
He
had
provided
Clyde
with
a
long
list
of
possible
questions
which
no
doubt
would
be
asked
him
on
the
stand
and
which
he
was
to
answer
according
to
answers
typewritten
beneath
them
,
or
to
suggest
something
better
.
They
all
related
to
the
trip
to
Big
Bittern
,
his
reason
for
the
extra
hat
,
his
change
of
heart
--
why
,
when
,
where
.
)
"
That
's
your
litany
,
you
know
.
"
And
then
he
might
light
a
cigarette
without
ever
offering
one
to
Clyde
,
since
for
the
sake
of
a
reputation
for
sobriety
he
was
not
to
smoke
here
.
And
for
a
time
,
after
each
visit
,
Clyde
finding
himself
believing
that
he
could
and
would
do
exactly
as
Jephson
had
said
--
walk
briskly
and
smartly
into
court
--
bear
up
against
every
one
,
every
eye
,
even
that
of
Mason
himself
--
forget
that
he
was
afraid
of
him
,
even
when
on
the
witness
stand
--
forget
all
the
terror
of
those
many
facts
in
Mason
's
possession
,
which
he
was
to
explain
with
this
list
of
answers
--
forget
Roberta
and
her
last
cry
,
and
all
the
heartache
and
misery
that
went
with
the
loss
of
Sondra
and
her
bright
world
.
Yet
,
with
the
night
having
once
more
fallen
,
or
the
day
dragging
on
with
only
the
lean
and
bearded
Kraut
or
the
sly
and
evasive
Sissel
,
or
both
,
hanging
about
,
or
coming
to
the
door
to
say
,
"
Howdy
!
"
or
to
discuss
something
that
had
occurred
in
town
,
or
to
play
chess
,
or
checkers
,
Clyde
growing
more
and
more
moody
and
deciding
,
maybe
,
that
there
was
no
real
hope
for
him
after
all
.
For
how
alone
he
was
,
except
for
his
attorneys
and
mother
and
brother
and
sisters
!
Never
a
word
from
Sondra
,
of
course
.
For
along
with
her
recovery
to
some
extent
from
her
original
shock
and
horror
,
she
was
now
thinking
somewhat
differently
of
him
--
that
after
all
it
was
for
love
of
her
,
perhaps
,
that
he
had
slain
Roberta
and
made
himself
the
pariah
and
victim
that
he
now
was
.
Yet
,
because
of
the
immense
prejudice
and
horror
expressed
by
the
world
,
she
was
by
no
means
able
to
think
of
venturing
to
send
him
a
word
.
Was
he
not
a
murderer
?
And
in
addition
,
that
miserable
western
family
of
his
,
pictured
as
street
preachers
,
and
he
,
too
--
or
as
a
singing
and
praying
boy
from
a
mission
!
Yet
occasionally
returning
in
thought
,
and
this
quite
in
spite
of
herself
,
to
his
eager
,
unreasoning
and
seemingly
consuming
enthusiasm
for
her
.
(
How
deeply
he
must
have
cared
to
venture
upon
so
deadly
a
deed
!
)
And
hence
wondering
whether
at
some
time
,
once
this
case
was
less
violently
before
the
public
eye
,
it
might
not
be
possible
to
communicate
with
him
in
some
guarded
and
unsigned
way
,
just
to
let
him
know
,
perhaps
,
that
because
of
his
great
love
for
her
she
desired
him
to
know
that
he
was
not
entirely
forgotten
.
Yet
as
instantly
deciding
,
NO
,
no
--
her
parents
--
if
they
should
learn
--
or
guess
--
or
the
public
,
or
her
one
-
time
associates
.
Not
now
,
oh
,
not
now
at
least
.
Maybe
later
if
he
were
set
free
--
or
--
or
--
convicted
--
she
could
n't
tell
.
Yet
suffering
heartaches
for
the
most
part
--
as
much
as
she
detested
and
abhorred
the
horrible
crime
by
which
he
had
sought
to
win
her
.
And
in
the
interim
,
Clyde
in
his
cell
,
walking
to
and
fro
,
or
looking
out
on
the
dull
square
through
the
heavily
barred
windows
,
or
reading
and
re-reading
the
newspapers
,
or
nervously
turning
the
pages
of
magazines
or
books
furnished
by
his
counsel
,
or
playing
chess
or
checkers
,
or
eating
his
meals
,
which
,
by
special
arrangement
on
the
part
of
Belknap
and
Jephson
(
made
at
the
request
of
his
uncle
)
,
consisted
of
better
dishes
than
were
usually
furnished
to
the
ordinary
prisoner
