There is a tragedy to come. " He then hurried Darrell down another short flight of steps, and entered a small chamber at the back of the house. It’s kind of the World War II thing. There was no point in rushing into the long walk home. The door was locked; but, with the bars of iron, it was speedily burst open. ‘Stand where you are, or I shoot!’ Like lightning, thoughts zipped through her mind. The necessity which had previously existed of leaving the ghastly evidence of the murderous deed undisturbed,—the presence of the mangled corpse,—the bustle of the inquest, at which her attendance was required,—all these circumstances produced a harrowing effect upon the young girl's imagination. The clock struck half-past ten. ‘It is what my father intended. ” He woke the glassy water to swirling activity again, and made the deep-blue shapes below writhe and shiver. Before his departure, he gave his assistant a glove. Besides, he was a Yale man. There was a Greyhound bus that she was overdue to ride. She meant to leave anyway, or so she would tell herself later. " "I forgot to mention there's a trifling reward for his capture," cried Shotbolt, popping his head from under the cloth.
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