american tragedy

Chapter 107 (1)
Chapter 37 (1)
From Friday morning until next Tuesday, Clyde, who had moved about in the places he had been so intoxicated and fascinated, was now terrified and terrified.Although Sandra and Bettina met him at the door of the Cranstons' villa and led him into the room reserved for him, he could not help thinking of destruction when he was happy.

When he went in, Sandra pouted so that Bettina wouldn't hear, and whispered, "Bad babe, it's been a whole week and it's only now. And Sandra has everything for you! You deserve a good beating." Take a break. I wanted to call today to see where you are." However, her eyes revealed a deep fascination with him.

In spite of his confusion, he smiled cheerfully, for even the horror of Roberta's death, and his own present danger, seemed lessened in her presence.Up to now, I just hope that everything goes well, and I can't find him! A smooth future, a bright future, her beauty, her love, and her money.However, he was brought into his room, and at the sight of his suitcase, he immediately panicked.His suit was damp and wrinkled.He must hide it well, maybe in the top shelf of that wardrobe, and when he's alone and the door is locked, he takes the suit out, wet and wrinkled, Big Burton The mud from the bank was still on his trouser legs, but he decided that maybe it was better not to do that, maybe it was better to lock it in a box and dispose of it until evening, when he might have a better idea and decide What to do.

However, he packed some other clothes that he wore that day into a bag and was going to take them out to do the laundry.As he began to pack, he thought regretfully of the incredible and the dramatic, the wretched, the wretched, of what had happened to him since his arrival in the East, and the poverty of his youth.To tell the truth, how poor he was now.Compared with his room in Lycurgus, this room was spacious and grand.How strange it was that he should be here after yesterday's day.Outside the house is a beautiful lake, the blue water of the lake is in sharp contrast with the dark water of Great Berton.This bright, solid, spacious home with wide verandahs with striped canopies extends from the house to verdant lawns by the lake.Stewart Winant and Finter were playing tennis in smart tracksuits, and Bettina and Harry Bart were reclining in a hammock under the striped canopy.

He took a shower, got dressed, and pretended to be relaxed, although his expression was still tense and frightened.Sandra, Bert Taylor, and Jere Duble were laughing out loud at a funny incident while driving the motorboat the day before.He came down and walked towards them.When he came out, Jere Duble called out to him, "Hey, Clyde! Playing hooky or something? Haven't seen you in ages." He smiled wistfully at Sandra, who was more than anyone else. I need her sympathy and love all the time, while leaning on the railing, I tried my best to be calm and said: "I have been busy in Albany since Tuesday. It is really hot there. Of course I am very happy to be here today. I have some Who?" Duble said with a smile, "Oh, I think they're all here. I met Vander yesterday at Laner's, and Scott wrote to Bettina to say he'd be on the bay next Tuesday. It seems to me that no one is going to Lvlin Lake this year.

Then, there was a long and heated discussion about why Greenwood Lake is not as good as it used to be. Then Sandra yelled: "I just remembered! I have to call Bella today."She promised to come and see the horse races in Bristol next week. ' Then it came to horses, dogs, and so on. Clyde, in his eagerness to appear to be one of the company, listened carefully, while in fact he was meditating on his own business. The three, Roberta, might not have found her body by this time, who knows. But they said to themselves, Why are they so frightened? The water is so deep. As far as he knows, there may be Fifty feet, could they have found her? Otherwise, could they really know that he was Clifford Golden or Carl Graham? How could it be? Didn't he really cover up all the traces? , except those three people? Those three people! He couldn't help shivering, like shivering.

Sang La felt that he was depressed (the first time he came back this time, she noticed that the things around him were very simple, and concluded that the root cause of his current state of mind might be that he had no money. At that time, she took $75 from her own purse and forced him to take it, so that when he stayed here this time, he would not feel the slightest bit embarrassed by spending some pocket money).After a while, she thought of the golf course, where there were still some hidden places to kiss and hug quietly, and jumped up and said, "Who's going to play doubles golf? Jell, Clyde, Double, come on! I bet K Ryder and I will beat you both!"

"I'm coming!" Burt Taylor yelled, standing up and straightening his yellow and blue striped sweatshirt. "Though I didn't go to sleep until four o'clock this morning. How about you, Jer? If you do it too, man, loser's lunch, I'll do it too."

Clyde flinched instantly.He thought of the twenty-five dollars he had with him after this latest terrible venture.Available here.A meal for four will run you at least eight to ten dollars! Maybe more.Noticing his look, Sandra called out, "Okay, it's a deal!" Then, walking up to Clyde, she gave him a light kick with her toe, and called out, "But, I've got to change." Clothes. I'll come down right away, and, Clyde, I'll tell you what to do, go get Andrew and ask him to get the beat, okay? We can go in your boat, yes, Bert?" Clyde hurriedly went to Andrew, calculating how much he and Sandra would lose, but Sandra caught up with him and grabbed his arm. "Wait a minute, dear, I'll be right there." Then she rushed up the stairs, ran to her own room, and came down after a while. She tightly squeezed the stack of banknotes she kept in her little fist, " Here, darling, quick!" she whispered, grabbing one pocket of Clyde's coat and putting the money in it. "Don't say a word now! Go, in case we lose, it will be used for paying for the meal, and other uses. I will tell you later. Oh, I love you so much, baby!" Then, gazing at him for a moment with her passionate brown eyes full of admiration, she rushed up the stairs and shouted from the stairs, "Don't stand here, fool! Get the golf clubs! Golf clubs!" Then he disappeared.

Clyde felt in his pocket and knew that she had given him a good deal of money, enough for him to spend here, and, if necessary, to get away.And he cried to himself, "Dear little girl!" His beautiful, warm, generous Sandra! She loved him so much, with all her heart.But what if she knows! God, but, if she knows, all this is for her.Everything is for her! Then, he went to find Andrew and returned here with him.Andrew had the bag in his hand.

Sandra came down again, in a smart blue tracksuit, jumping all the way down.And Gere, in a sport cap and tights, looked like a jockey, laughing at Bert at the helm.As Sandra walked, she turned her head to Bettina and Harry Baggett, who were lying in the hammock, and called, "Hey, you two! Aren't you coming, huh?"

"Where to go?"

“Casino Golf Course.”

"Ah, it's too far. But see you at the lake after lunch."

Then, Burt started the engine, and the motorboat rushed towards the center of the lake, jumping forward. Clyde stared fixedly ahead, half in a dream, happy and full of hope, while the other half was in the dark and In terror: arrest, death, perhaps stealthily in pursuit.Although he had planned everything well in advance, he was beginning to feel that walking out of the woods this morning had been a mistake.However, since there is only one other way, that is, to hide in the woods during the day and come out at night, and follow the road by the lake to Chalon, is it not the best way at present? So, You have to go for two days.Besides, Sandra was anxious and surprised by his delay, and might call Lycurgus.That's probably more dangerous than that, isn't it?

But here and now, on this bright day, he seems to have nothing to worry about, at least outsiders, even though behind him, it may be very dark and terrifying.Sandra, delighted to have him with her, jumped to her feet, raised her bright scarf aloft with one hand like a banner, and exclaimed foolishly and gleefully: "Cleo Petra sails to find—to find... oh, who is she looking for?"

"Charlie, Chaplin," Taylor added, rocking the launch so hard that she couldn't even stand.

"Ah, you fool!" replied Sandra, and moving her feet again to steady herself, she said to Bert, "No, you can't, Bert," and went on: "Cleopatra opened, ah, ah, ah, I see, the spinnaker." With his head thrown back and his arms thrown to the sides, the motorboat was hopping like a frightened horse.

"See if you can knock me down now, Bert," she yelled.

Burt sideways the boat quickly this way and then the other, and Jill and Duble are very worried about her own safety, so they shouted, "Oh, what's the matter, you want to kill us? Drowning us all?" Clyde flinched immediately, his face pale, as if he had been hit.

He immediately felt sick and felt weak.He never thought he would be like this, never thought he would suffer like this.He had thought everything would be different.But here, when someone accidentally utters the word, he turns pale! Oh, if one really tries him, if a police officer comes to him suddenly and asks where he was yesterday, right? What did Berta know about his death, ah, he must be vague and unclear.He's got to be tough, to do it naturally and happily, isn't he, at least on the first day.

Fortunately, the boat was sailing fast and the game was tense. No one else seemed to notice that those words startled him, so he slowly regained his superficial composure.Then, the motorboat drove to Cassino.Sandra, in a show of her lately acquired knack for being the showman, leaped up, clutching the railing, as she jumped ashore.At this time, the motorboat bumped and brushed past the pier, but backed up instead.Clyde smiled at him happily because of her. Her love, her sympathy, her generosity, and her bravery aroused his uncontrollable emotions towards her.In order to repay her smile, he jumped up, then pulled Jieer up the stone steps, and followed her up the stone steps briskly, pretending to be happy. Very good.

Ah! What an amazing athlete you are!

(End of this chapter)