His face, as he talked, had suddenly become all flushed, and his hands also. Yet his eyes were tortured, terrified pools of misery. He was thinking but maybe there wasnt any wind that afternoon and maybe they would find that out. Or the tripod hidden under a log. If they found that, wouldnt they think he hit her with that? He was wet and trembling.
But already Mason was beginning to question him again.
Now, lets see as to this a minute. You say you didnt take her up there with any intention of killing her?
No, sir, I didnt.
Well, then, how was it that you decided to write your name two different ways on those registers up there at Big Bittern and Grass Lake?
Because I didnt want any one to know that I was up there with her.
Oh, I see. Didnt want any scandal in connection with the condition she was in?
No, sir. Yes, sir, that is.
But you didnt mind if her name was scandalized in case she was found afterwards?
But I didnt know she was going to be drowned, replied Clyde, slyly and shrewdly, sensing the trap in time.
But you did know that you yourself werent coming back, of course. You knew that, didnt you?
Why, no, sir, I didnt know that I wasnt coming back. I thought I was.
Pretty clever. Pretty clever, thought Mason to himself, but not saying so, and then, rapidly: And so in order to make everything easy and natural as possible for you to come back, you took your own bag with you and left hers up there. Is that the way? How about that?
But I didnt take it because I was going away. We decided to put our lunch in it.
We, or you?
We.
And so you had to carry that big bag in order to take a little lunch along, eh? Couldnt you have taken it in a paper, or in her bag?
Well, her bag was full, and I didnt like to carry anything in a paper.
Oh, I see. Too proud and sensitive, eh? But not too proud to carry a heavy bag all the way, say twelve miles, in the night to Three Mile Bay, and not ashamed to be seen doing it, either, were you?
Well, after she was drowned and I didnt want to be known as having been up there with her, and had to go along
He paused while Mason merely looked at him, thinking of the many, many questions he wanted to ask him so many, many more, and which, as he knew or guessed, would be impossible for him to explain. Yet it was getting late, and back in the camp were Clydes as yet unclaimed belongings his bag and possibly that suit he had worn that day at Big Bittern a gray one as he had heard not this one. And to catechize him here this way in the dusk, while it might be productive of much if only he could continue it long enough, still there was the trip back, and en route he would have ample time to continue his questionings.
And so, although he disliked much so to do at the moment, he now concluded with: Oh, well, I tell you, Griffiths, well let you rest here for the present. It may be that what you are saying is so I dont know. I most certainly hope it is, for your sake. At any rate, you go along there with Mr. Kraut. Hell show you where to go.
And then turning to Swenk and Kraut, he exclaimed: All right, boys. Ill tell you how well do. Its getting late and well have to hurry a little if we expect to get anywhere yet tonight. Mr. Kraut, suppose you take this young man down where those other two boats are and wait there. Just halloo a little as you go along to notify the sheriff and Sissel that were ready. And then Swenk and Ill be along in the other boat as soon as we can.
And so saying and Kraut obeying, he and Swenk proceeded inward through the gathering dusk to the camp, while Kraut with Clyde went west, hallooing for the sheriff and his deputy until a response was had.
Chapter 10
The effect of Masons re-appearance in the camp with the news, announced first to Frank Harriet, next to Harley Baggott and Grant Cranston, that Clyde was under arrest that he actually had confessed to having been with Roberta at Big Bittern, if not to having killed her, and that he, Mason, was there with Swenk to take possession of his property was sufficient to destroy this pretty outing as by a breath. For although amazement and disbelief and astounded confusion were characteristic of the words of all, nevertheless here was Mason demanding to know where were Clydes things, and asserting that it was at Clydes request only that he was not brought here to identify his own possessions.
Frank Harriet, the most practical of the group, sensing the truth and authority of this, at once led the way to Clydes tent, where Mason began an examination of the contents of the bag and clothes, while Grant Cranston, as well as Baggott, aware of Sondras intense interest in Clyde, departed first to call Stuart, then Bertine, and finally Sondra moving apart from the rest the more secretly to inform her as to what was then occurring. And she, following the first clear understanding as to this, turning white and fainting at the news, falling back in Grants arms and being carried to her tent, where, after being restored to consciousness, she exclaimed: I dont believe a word of it! Its not true! Why, it couldnt be! That poor boy! Oh, Clyde! Where is he? Where have they taken him? But Stuart and Grant, by no means as emotionally moved as herself, cautioning her to be silent. It might be true at that. Supposing it were! The others would hear, wouldnt they? And supposing it werent he could soon prove his innocence and be released, couldnt he? There was no use in carrying on like this now.
But then, Sondra in her thoughts going over the bare possibility of such a thing a girl killed by Clyde at Big Bittern himself arrested and being taken off in this way and she thus publicly or at least by this group known to be so interested in him her parents to know, the public itself to know maybe
But Clyde must be innocent. It must be all a mistake. And then her mind turning back and thinking of that news of the drowned girl she had first heard over the telephone there at the Harriets. And then Clydes whiteness his illness his all but complete collapse. Oh, no! not that! Yet his delay in coming from Lycurgus until the Friday before. His failure to write from there. And then, the full horror of the charge returning, as suddenly collapsing again, lying perfectly still and white while Grant and the others agreed among themselves that the best thing to be done was to break up the camp, either now or early in the morning, and depart for Sharon.
And Sondra returning to consciousness after a time tearfully announcing that she must get out of here at once, that she couldnt endure this place, and begging Bertine and all the others to stay close to her and say nothing about her having fainted and cried, since it would only create talk. And thinking all the time of how, if this were all true, she could secure those letters she had written him! Oh, heavens! For supposing now at this time they should fall into the hands of the police or the newspapers, and be published? And yet moved by her love for him and for the first time in her young life shaken to the point where the grim and stern realities of life were thrust upon her gay and vain notice.
And so it was immediately arranged that she leave with Stuart, Bertine and Grant for the Metissic Inn at the eastern end of the Lake, since from there, at dawn, according to Baggott, they might leave for Albany and so, in a roundabout way for Sharon.
In the meantime, Mason, after obtaining possession of all Clydes belongings here, quickly making his way west to Little Fish Inlet and Three Mile Bay, stopping only for the first night at a farmhouse and arriving at Three Mile Bay late on Tuesday night. Yet not without, en route, catechizing Clyde as he had planned, the more particularly since in going through his effects in the tent at the camp he had not found the gray suit said to have been worn by Clyde at Big Bittern.
And so it was immediately arranged that she leave with Stuart, Bertine and Grant for the Metissic Inn at the eastern end of the Lake, since from there, at dawn, according to Baggott, they might leave for Albany and so, in a roundabout way for Sharon.
In the meantime, Mason, after obtaining possession of all Clydes belongings here, quickly making his way west to Little Fish Inlet and Three Mile Bay, stopping only for the first night at a farmhouse and arriving at Three Mile Bay late on Tuesday night. Yet not without, en route, catechizing Clyde as he had planned, the more particularly since in going through his effects in the tent at the camp he had not found the gray suit said to have been worn by Clyde at Big Bittern.
And Clyde, troubled by this new development, denying that he had worn a gray suit and insisting that the suit he had on was the one he had worn.
But wasnt it thoroughly soaked?
Yes.
Well, then, where was it cleaned and pressed afterward?
In Sharon.
In Sharon?
Yes, sir.
By a tailor there?
Yes, sir.
What tailor?
Alas, Clyde could not remember.
Then you wore it crumpled and wet, did you, from Big Bittern to Sharon?
Yes, sir.
And no one noticed it, of course.
Not that I remember no.
Not that you remember, eh? Well, well see about that later, and deciding that unquestionably Clyde was a plotter and a murderer. Also that eventually he could make Clyde show where he had hidden the suit or had had it cleaned.
Next there was the straw hat found on the lake. What about that? By admitting that the wind had blown his hat off, Clyde had intimated that he had worn a hat on the lake, but not necessarily the straw hat found on the water. But now Mason was intent on establishing within hearing of these witnesses, the ownership of the hat found on the water as well as the existence of a second hat worn later.
That straw hat of yours that you say the wind blew in the water? You didnt try to get that either at the time, did you?
No, sir.
Didnt think of it, I suppose, in the excitement?
No, sir.
But just the same, you had another straw hat when you went down through the woods there. Where did you get that one?
And Clyde, trapped and puzzled by this pausing for the fraction of a second, frightened and wondering whether or not it could be proved that this second straw hat he was wearing was the one he had worn through the woods. Also whether the one on the water had been purchased in Utica, as it had. And then deciding to lie. But I didnt have another straw hat. Without paying any attention to that, Mason reached over and took the straw hat on Clydes head and proceeded to examine the lining with its imprint Stark & Company, Lycurgus.
This one has a lining, I see. Bought this in Lycurgus, eh?
Yes, sir.
When?
Oh, back in June.
But still youre sure now its not the one you wore down through the woods that night?
No, sir.
Well, where was it then?
And Clyde once more pausing like one in a trap and thinking: My God! How am I to explain this now? Why did I admit that the one on the lake was mine? Yet, as instantly recalling that whether he had denied it or not, there were those at Grass Lake and Big Bittern who would remember that he had worn a straw hat on the lake, of course.
Where was it then? insisted Mason.
And Clyde at last saying: Oh, I was up here once before and wore it then. I forgot it when I went down the last time but I found it again the other day.
Oh, I see. Very convenient, I must say. He was beginning to believe that he had a very slippery person to deal with indeed that he must think of his traps more shrewdly, and at the same time determining to summon the Cranstons and every member of the Bear Lake party in order to discover, whether any recalled Clyde not wearing a straw hat on his arrival this time, also whether he had left a straw hat the time before. He was lying, of course, and he would catch him.
And so no real peace for Clyde at any time between there and Bridgeburg and the county jail. For however much he might refuse to answer, still Mason was forever jumping at him with such questions as: Why was it if all you wanted to do was to eat lunch on shore that you had to row all the way down to that extreme south end of the lake when it isnt nearly so attractive there as it is at other points? And: Where was it that you spent the rest of that afternoon surely not just there? And then, jumping back to Sondras letters discovered in his bag. How long had he known her? Was he as much in love with her as she appeared to be with him? Wasnt it because of her promise to marry him in the fall that he had decided to kill Miss Alden?
But while Clyde vehemently troubled to deny this last charge, still for the most part he gazed silently and miserably before him with his tortured and miserable eyes.
And then a most wretched night spent in the garret of a farmhouse at the west end of the lake, and on a pallet on the floor, while Sissel, Swenk and Kraut, gun in hand, in turn kept watch over him, and Mason and the sheriff and the others slept below stairs. And some natives, because of information distributed somehow, coming toward morning to inquire: We hear the feller that killed the girl over to Big Bittern is here is that right? And then waiting to see them off at dawn in the Fords secured by Mason.
And again at Little Fish Inlet as well as Three Mile Bay, actual crowds farmers, store-keepers, summer residents, woodsmen, children all gathered because of word telephoned on ahead apparently. And at the latter place, Burleigh, Heit and Newcomb, who, because of previously telephoned information, had brought before one Gabriel Gregg, a most lanky and crusty and meticulous justice of the peace, all of the individuals from Big Bittern necessary to identify him fully. And now Mason, before this local justice, charging Clyde with the death of Roberta and having him properly and legally held as a material witness to be lodged in the county jail at Bridgeburg. And then taking him, along with Burton, the sheriff and his deputies, to Bridgeburg, where he was promptly locked up.