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"
Well
,
then
,
if
it
is
n't
,
just
tell
me
this
,
Griffiths
,
why
was
it
,
after
you
got
out
of
the
water
a
few
moments
later
you
had
sufficient
presence
of
mind
to
stop
and
bury
that
tripod
before
starting
through
the
woods
,
whereas
,
when
it
came
to
rescuing
her
you
got
rattled
and
could
n't
do
a
thing
?
How
was
it
that
you
could
get
so
calm
and
calculating
the
moment
you
set
your
foot
on
land
?
What
can
you
say
to
that
?
"
"
Well
...
a
...
I
told
you
that
afterwards
I
realized
that
there
was
nothing
else
to
do
.
"
"
Yes
,
we
know
all
about
that
.
But
does
n't
it
occur
to
you
that
it
takes
a
pretty
cool
head
after
so
much
panic
in
the
water
to
stop
at
a
moment
like
that
and
take
such
a
precaution
as
that
--
burying
that
tripod
?
How
was
it
that
you
could
think
so
well
of
that
and
not
think
anything
about
the
boat
a
few
moments
before
?
"
"
Well
...
but
...
"
"
You
did
n't
want
her
to
live
,
in
spite
of
your
alleged
change
of
heart
!
Is
n't
that
it
?
"
yelled
Mason
.
"
Is
n't
that
the
black
,
sad
truth
?
She
was
drowning
,
as
you
wanted
her
to
drown
,
and
you
just
let
her
drown
!
Is
n't
that
so
?
"
He
was
fairly
trembling
as
he
shouted
this
,
and
Clyde
,
the
actual
boat
before
him
and
Roberta
's
eyes
and
cries
as
she
sank
coming
back
to
him
with
all
their
pathetic
and
horrible
force
,
now
shrank
and
cowered
in
his
seat
--
the
closeness
of
Mason
's
interpretation
of
what
had
really
happened
terrifying
him
.
For
never
,
even
to
Jephson
and
Belknap
,
had
he
admitted
that
when
Roberta
was
in
the
water
he
had
not
wished
to
save
her
.
Changelessly
and
secretively
he
insisted
he
had
wanted
to
but
that
it
had
all
happened
so
quickly
,
and
he
was
so
dazed
and
frightened
by
her
cries
and
movements
,
that
he
had
not
been
able
to
do
anything
before
she
was
gone
.
"
I
...
I
wanted
to
save
her
,
"
he
mumbled
,
his
face
quite
gray
,
"
but
...
but
...
as
I
said
,
I
was
dazed
...
and
...
and
...
"
"
Do
n't
you
know
that
you
're
lying
!
"
shouted
Mason
,
leaning
still
closer
,
his
stout
arms
aloft
,
his
disfigured
face
glowering
and
scowling
like
some
avenging
nemesis
or
fury
of
gargoyle
design
--
"
that
you
deliberately
and
with
cold-hearted
cunning
allowed
that
poor
,
tortured
girl
to
die
there
when
you
might
have
rescued
her
as
easily
as
you
could
have
swum
fifty
of
those
five
hundred
feet
you
did
swim
in
order
to
save
yourself
?
"
For
by
now
he
was
convinced
that
he
knew
just
how
Clyde
had
actually
slain
Roberta
,
something
in
his
manner
and
mood
convincing
him
,
and
he
was
determined
to
drag
it
out
of
him
if
he
could
.
And
although
Belknap
was
instantly
on
his
feet
with
a
protest
that
his
client
was
being
unfairly
prejudiced
in
the
eyes
of
the
jury
and
that
he
was
really
entitled
to
--
and
now
demanded
--
a
mistrial
--
which
complaint
Justice
Oberwaltzer
eventually
overruled
--
still
Clyde
had
time
to
reply
,
but
most
meekly
and
feebly
:
"
No
!
No
!
I
did
n't
.
I
wanted
to
save
her
if
I
could
.
"
Yet
his
whole
manner
,
as
each
and
every
juror
noted
,
was
that
of
one
who
was
not
really
telling
the
truth
,
who
was
really
all
of
the
mental
and
moral
coward
that
Belknap
had
insisted
he
was
--
but
worse
yet
,
really
guilty
of
Roberta
's
death
.
For
after
all
,
asked
each
juror
of
himself
as
he
listened
,
why
could
n't
he
have
saved
her
if
he
was
strong
enough
to
swim
to
shore
afterwards
--
or
at
least
have
swum
to
and
secured
the
boat
and
helped
her
to
take
hold
of
it
?
