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"
Well
,
I
do
.
"
"
And
did
.
"
"
Yes
,
sir
--
and
did
.
"
But
Clyde
's
eyes
were
beginning
to
wander
nervously
in
the
direction
of
Jephson
,
who
was
fixing
him
as
with
a
beam
of
light
.
"
Remember
her
writing
you
this
?
"
And
here
Mason
picked
up
and
opened
one
of
the
letters
and
began
reading
:
"
Clyde
--
I
shall
certainly
die
,
dear
,
if
you
do
n't
come
.
I
am
so
much
alone
.
I
am
nearly
crazy
now
.
I
wish
I
could
go
away
and
never
return
or
trouble
you
any
more
.
But
if
you
would
only
telephone
me
,
even
so
much
as
once
every
other
day
,
since
you
wo
n't
write
.
And
when
I
need
you
and
a
word
of
encouragement
so
.
"
Mason
's
voice
was
mellow
.
It
was
sad
.
One
could
feel
,
as
he
spoke
,
the
wave
of
passing
pity
that
was
moving
as
sound
and
color
not
only
through
him
but
through
every
spectator
in
the
high
,
narrow
courtroom
.
"
Does
that
seem
at
all
sad
to
you
?
"
"
Yes
,
sir
,
it
does
.
"
"
Did
it
then
?
"
"
Yes
,
sir
,
it
did
.
"
"
You
knew
it
was
sincere
,
did
n't
you
?
"
snarled
Mason
.
"
Yes
,
sir
.
I
did
.
"
"
Then
why
did
n't
a
little
of
that
pity
that
you
claim
moved
you
so
deeply
out
there
in
the
center
of
Big
Bittern
move
you
down
there
in
Lycurgus
to
pick
up
the
telephone
there
in
Mrs.
