american tragedy

Chapter 106 (2)
Chapter 36 (2)
Then, a few hours later, the moon was sinking in the west, and a pale yellowish white covered the woods, and the night became even more miserable, so he finally walked to Three Mile Bay.This is a village composed of a small number of local residents and summer vacationers, curled up in the northern foothills of the so-called Indian Mountains.He looked over from where the road turned, and saw a few pale lights flickering.Shops, houses, and street lamps, but under the pale light, there is only a haze, how bizarre.One thing was clear, he couldn't go there at such an hour, dressed as he was, and carrying a suitcase in his hand.Otherwise, if anyone else was there, it would certainly arouse curiosity and suspicion about him.In addition, the steamboat between here and Sharon (he can go from Sharon to Pine Bay) will not sail before 08:30.He had to hide for a while, and at the same time try to clean himself up as much as possible before he could see people.

He re-entered the pine forest that extended to the outskirts of the city, and waited there until dawn.The face of the clock in the bell tower of the chapel told him the time.However, during that time, he kept struggling in his mind: "Is it safe to do this?" Isn't it possible that someone will be there waiting for him? Those three people or other people who may not see him sooner, or A police officer, got word somewhere ahead.After a while, however, he decided it was best to go on.Because he was hiding in the woods on the west of the lake, and it was at night, not during the day, and besides, he might be seen the day after tomorrow, but he could get there in an hour and a half, at most two hours, by this boat. The Cranstons' cottage in Sharon could not be reached before tomorrow on foot. Wouldn't that be very safe and more dangerous? He had promised Sandra and Bettina that he would be there on Tuesday. , but it's already Friday! One day the town might be full of rumors about his appearance, and this morning, well, how could Roberta be discovered immediately? No, no.Better to go this route.Who here knows him? Who can say he's the same as Carl Graham and Clifford Golden, better go this way, hurry up, before this case comes up open.Yeah yeah.In this way, when the hour hand pointed to ten past eight, he finally walked out.As he walked, his heart was pounding.

Just at the other end of the road the steamer bound for Chalons was moored.As he walked slowly, he saw the Laggett Lake bus coming up.He thought to himself, if he met someone he knew on the pier or on the boat, couldn't he say he had just come from Lago Lake? Sandra and Bettina had many friends there, or if they took the boat by themselves Come down, can't we say that he was there the day before yesterday? As for the name of the person or the name of the villa, it doesn't matter. If necessary, just create one.

So at last he made his way to the ship, got aboard, and disembarked at Chalons afterwards, and, so far as he could imagine, did not seem to attract any particular attention in the bow.Because although there were eleven or twelve passengers, all of whom he didn't know, none of them seemed to pay him special attention, except for a country girl in a blue dress and a white straw hat.As far as he thought, she was probably someone nearby.Moreover, her eyes only showed a look of admiration, nothing else.Of course, since he was intent on hiding, the look scared him away to the stern, while the others seemed to prefer the forward deck.As soon as he arrived in Chalons, he knew that most people went to the station to catch the early morning train, so he hurriedly followed them, only seeing a nearby restaurant and going in, in order to be found, as he hoped. There is no trace of his comings and goings along the way.Although he had walked a long way from Big Buckle to Three Mile Bay, and had rowed all day before, he only pretended to eat a little lunch and snacks that Roberta had prepared while rowing, but even Now, he is not hungry yet.Then, he saw some passengers coming from the station, there were no acquaintances there, and he walked with them for a while, as if he got off the car and came to the hotel, ready to board the ship.

He figured it would make perfect sense if he pretended to hitchhike the southbound train from Albany and Utiga arriving at this time.So he first pretended to go to the station, but then stopped and called Bettina and Sandra, said he was here, and they said they would send a car instead of a launch to fetch him.He said he was waiting in the swimming pool inside the hotel.On the way, he stopped at a newsstand and bought a newspaper, although he didn't know what it would publish now.As soon as he arrived at the swimming pool of the hotel and sat down, the Cranston family's car drove up.

The driver he knew from the Cranstons greeted him and smiled very warmly.At last he pretended to be at ease, and returned the greeting with a very kind smile, though he was still very disturbed by the greatest panic.So he was always saying to himself that by this hour there could be no doubt that the people he met had gone to Great Patton.And, of course, by this time it was discovered that Roberta and he had disappeared.Who's to say, maybe the capsized boat was found, and his hat! If so, they might have reported up that they met a man like him on the road, carrying a Box, going south in the dark? And, if so, wouldn't it cast doubt on the fact that both were drowned, whether the body was found or not? And, in case, by some strange phenomenon, her body What should I do then? The heavy blow he gave her might leave a scar? If so, wouldn’t people suspect it was murder? Besides, his body was not found, so Several people also talked about the appearance of the people they met. So, isn't Clifford Golden or Carl Graham suspected of murder?

However, neither Clifford Golden nor Carl Graham is Clyde Griffiths, and no one knows that Clyde Griffiths is Clifford Griffiths. Alden or Carl Graham.For, he walked cautiously, after breakfast, at his request, when she went back to prepare lunch snacks, didn't he search Roberta's suitcase and handbag in Grass Lake? He found Terri Posey. Two letters from the girl to Roberta, but he had destroyed them.As for the toilet things in the original box, there was Lycurgus-Kettler's trademark on it, although the things remained, but, whether Mrs. Clifford Golden or Carl Gray Mrs. Humm, there's no way she'd go to Kettler's and buy it, so it can't be traced to him, can it? Of course, when it comes to her clothes, her parents and others don't think she's a A stranger named Gordon or Graham went on a trip together, didn't they also hope to suppress this matter and stop making it public? In short, he must think in a good way, calm down, and Here he pretended to be calm and happy.In this way, no one would think that he was the one with Roberta, because he didn't really kill her anyway.

He is now in this beautiful car again.Besides, Sandra, and Bettina were waiting for him.He must say that he had just arrived from Albany on business with his uncle, which had taken up all his time since Tuesday.It was true that with Sandra he should be as happy as in heaven, but the dreadful thing still haunted him, and he could not help thinking of it.In case there is a flaw, it is not completely covered, how dangerous it is, and, what if he is not completely covered? He is exposed and captured! Maybe he will be sentenced without a formal trial, or even punished ! Unless he can explain the unexpected blow.For Sandra... Lycurgus... the noble life he had hoped for with all his heart, all his dreams, were shattered.But, on this point, can he explain it clearly? Can he? My God.

(End of this chapter)