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He
was
inclined
,
at
times
,
to
feel
that
there
might
be
peace
and
strength
--
aid
,
even
--
who
could
say
,
in
appealing
to
this
power
.
It
was
the
force
and
the
earnestness
of
the
Rev.
McMillan
operating
upon
him
.
And
yet
,
the
question
of
repentance
--
and
with
it
confession
.
But
to
whom
?
The
Rev.
Duncan
McMillan
,
of
course
.
He
seemed
to
feel
that
it
was
necessary
for
Clyde
to
purge
his
soul
to
him
--
or
some
one
like
him
--
a
material
and
yet
spiritual
emissary
of
God
.
But
just
there
was
the
trouble
.
For
there
was
all
of
that
false
testimony
he
had
given
in
the
trial
,
yet
on
which
had
been
based
his
appeal
.
To
go
back
on
that
now
,
and
when
his
appeal
was
pending
.
Better
wait
,
had
he
not
,
until
he
saw
how
that
appeal
had
eventuated
.
But
,
ah
,
how
shabby
,
false
,
fleeting
,
insincere
.
To
imagine
that
any
God
would
bother
with
a
person
who
sought
to
dicker
in
such
a
way
.
No
,
no
.
That
was
not
right
either
.
What
would
the
Rev.
McMillan
think
of
him
if
he
knew
what
he
was
thinking
?
But
again
there
was
the
troubling
question
in
his
own
mind
as
to
his
real
guilt
--
the
amount
of
it
.
True
there
was
no
doubt
that
he
had
plotted
to
kill
Roberta
there
at
first
--
a
most
dreadful
thing
as
he
now
saw
it
.
For
the
complications
and
the
fever
in
connection
with
his
desire
for
Sondra
having
subsided
somewhat
,
it
was
possible
on
occasion
now
for
him
to
reason
without
the
desperate
sting
and
tang
of
the
mental
state
that
had
characterized
him
at
the
time
when
he
was
so
immediately
in
touch
with
her
.
Those
terrible
,
troubled
days
when
in
spite
of
himself
--
as
he
now
understood
it
(
Belknap
's
argument
having
cleared
it
up
for
him
)
he
had
burned
with
that
wild
fever
which
was
not
unakin
in
its
manifestations
to
a
form
of
insanity
.
The
beautiful
Sondra
!
The
glorious
Sondra
!
The
witchery
and
fire
of
her
smile
then
!
Even
now
that
dreadful
fever
was
not
entirely
out
but
only
smoldering
--
smothered
by
all
of
the
dreadful
things
that
had
since
happened
to
him
.
Also
,
it
must
be
said
on
his
behalf
now
,
must
it
not
--
that
never
,
under
any
other
circumstances
,
would
he
have
succumbed
to
any
such
terrible
thought
or
plot
as
that
--
to
kill
any
one
--
let
alone
a
girl
like
Roberta
--
unless
he
had
been
so
infatuated
--
lunatic
,
even
.
But
had
not
the
jury
there
at
Bridgeburg
listened
to
that
plea
with
contempt
?
And
would
the
Court
of
Appeals
think
differently
?
He
feared
not
.
And
yet
was
it
not
true
?
Or
was
he
all
wrong
?
Or
what
?
Could
the
Rev.
McMillan
or
any
one
else
to
whom
he
would
explain
tell
him
as
to
that
?
He
would
like
to
talk
to
him
about
it
--
confess
everything
perhaps
,
in
order
to
get
himself
clear
on
all
this
.
Further
,
there
was
the
fact
that
having
plotted
for
Sondra
's
sake
(
and
God
,
if
no
one
else
,
knew
that
)
he
still
had
not
been
able
to
execute
it
.
And
that
had
not
been
brought
out
in
the
trial
,
because
the
false
form
of
defense
used
permitted
no
explanation
of
the
real
truth
then
--
and
yet
it
was
a
mitigating
circumstance
,
was
it
not
--
or
would
the
Rev.
McMillan
think
so
?
A
lie
had
to
be
used
,
as
Jephson
saw
it
.
But
did
that
make
it
any
the
less
true
?
There
were
phases
of
this
thing
,
the
tangles
and
doubts
involved
in
that
dark
,
savage
plot
of
his
,
as
he
now
saw
and
brooded
on
it
,
which
were
not
so
easily
to
be
disposed
of
.
Perhaps
the
two
worst
were
,
first
,
that
in
bringing
Roberta
there
to
that
point
on
that
lake
--
that
lone
spot
--
and
then
growing
so
weak
and
furious
with
himself
because
of
his
own
incapacity
to
do
evil
,
he
had
frightened
her
into
rising
and
trying
to
come
to
him
.
And
that
in
the
first
instance
made
it
possible
for
her
to
be
thus
accidentally
struck
by
him
and
so
made
him
,
in
part
at
least
,
guilty
of
that
blow
--
or
did
it
?
--
a
murderous
,
sinful
blow
in
that
sense
.
Maybe
.
What
would
the
Rev.
McMillan
say
to
that
?
And
since
because
of
that
she
had
fallen
into
the
water
,
was
he
not
guilty
of
her
falling
?
It
was
a
thought
that
troubled
him
very
much
now
--
his
constructive
share
of
guilt
in
all
that
.
Regardless
of
what
Oberwaltzer
had
said
there
at
the
trial
in
regard
to
his
swimming
away
from
her
--
that
if
she
had
accidentally
fallen
in
the
water
,
it
was
no
crime
on
his
part
,
supposing
he
refused
to
rescue
her
--
still
,
as
he
now
saw
it
,
and
especially
when
taken
in
connection
with
all
that
he
had
thought
in
regard
to
Roberta
up
to
that
moment
,
it
was
a
crime
just
the
same
,
was
it
not
?
Would
n't
God
--
McMillan
--
think
so
?
And
unquestionably
,
as
Mason
had
so
shrewdly
pointed
out
at
the
trial
,
he
might
have
saved
her
.
And
would
have
too
,
no
doubt
,
if
she
had
been
Sondra
--
or
even
the
Roberta
of
the
summer
before
.
Besides
,
the
fear
of
her
dragging
him
down
had
been
no
decent
fear
.
(
It
was
at
nights
in
his
bunk
at
this
time
that
he
argued
and
reasoned
with
himself
,
seeing
that
McMillan
was
urging
him
now
to
repent
and
make
peace
with
his
God
.
)
Yes
,
he
would
have
to
admit
that
to
himself
.
Decidedly
and
instantly
he
would
have
sought
to
save
her
life
,
if
it
had
been
Sondra
.
And
such
being
the
case
,
he
would
have
to
confess
that
--
if
he
confessed
at
all
to
the
Rev.
McMillan
--
or
to
whomever
else
one
told
the
truth
--
when
one
did
tell
it
--
the
public
at
large
perhaps
.
But
such
a
confession
once
made
,
would
it
not
surely
and
truly
lead
to
his
conviction
?
And
did
he
want
to
convict
himself
now
and
so
die
?
