american tragedy

Chapter 86 (2)
Chapter 241 (2)
Double tragedy on Pass Lake, capsized canoe, two hats floating on the lake, two deaths at a summer resort near Pittsfield, body of an unknown girl has been picked up, and the body of another visitor has not been found.

Because he is very interested in canoeing. In fact, he is very interested in all water sports. In addition, his skills in rowing, swimming, diving, etc. are particularly superb. Therefore, he watched with great enthusiasm. :

Bain Shores, Mass., June, July...There is currently a tragedy of a boat capsizing in the local area, and apparently two people have died.On that day, an unknown man and a woman, who were said to be from Pittsfield, went to Passhu, [-] miles west of the local area, to play for a day, but a tragedy happened in the end.

On Tuesday morning, a man and a woman from Pittsfield spoke to Thomas Lucas, owner of Casino Boat Charters.At ten o'clock in the morning, they rented a small rowboat, took a basket with roughly lunch food in it, and rowed north on the lake.Before they returned at seven o'clock last night, Mr. Lucas and his son Jeffrey patrolled the lake for a week in a motorboat, and found that the small rowboat had dumped in the shallows beside the north shore, but there was no sign of anyone.He immediately thought that the tourists might have abandoned the boat to escape the rent of the boat, so he took the cruise boat back to the venue.

But this morning, worried about a tragedy, Mr. Lucas, together with his son and assistant Fred Walsh, inspected the north shore area again and found two hats of the male and female tourists floating in the weeds on the shore.Salvage was launched immediately, and at three o'clock this afternoon, a body was recovered and it has been transferred to the local authorities.It is only known that the girl came with the male tourist, and nothing else is known.The body of the male tourist has not yet been found.There is a full three feet of water near the crash site, and it is uncertain whether another tourist's body will be found. Fifteen years ago, there was a similar tragedy there, and the body was never found.

The blouses worn by the female tourists bear the logo of a store in Pittsfield on the collar.The shoe is stamped with the local Jacobs store logo.Furthermore, there is no evidence sufficient to identify the deceased.Local authorities speculated that if the deceased was carrying a handbag, it would have sunk as well.

As for the male tourist, it is said that he is slender, dark-skinned, about 35 years old, wearing a light blue suit, wearing a straw hat with a blue and white hat strap.The female tourist was about 25 years old, five feet five inches tall, and weighed 130 pounds.Dark brown long hair, short hair hanging in front of the forehead.Wearing a small gold ring inlaid with amethyst on the middle finger.Pittsfield and nearby cities have been notified, but the female tourist has not yet been identified.

This piece of news was an extremely common piece of news among the frequent accidents in summer, and Clyde didn't pay much attention to it.Naturally, it is strange that a man and a woman would die in a boat on a small lake in broad daylight.Furthermore, after the accident, no one can confirm their identities, which is a bit strange.But that's the way it is.Moreover, the man is likely to be lost.He threw the newspaper aside, didn't pay much attention at first, but thought about other things, his current problems, and how he should do it.However, after a while, because he was thinking about these things, and when he was about to turn off the light before going to bed, he was still thinking about the complicated problems he had encountered here, and suddenly, an idea came to him. (What fiend secretly told him that? What evil sprite suggested him with such wicked hints?) Suppose he and Roberta, no, suppose he and Sandra, (No, Sandra was a great swimmer and so was he.

) He was in a boat somewhere with Roberta, and supposing that at this moment, while this dreadful dispute was tormenting him like this, the boat capsized, what? Wasn't it a just escape? This relationship is important, and the problem of killing people is easy to escape! On the other hand, ah, no, don't be so impatient! If a man wants to solve such a difficult problem like her, does he have to think of crime in his heart? Solve it, isn't it a terrible crime? He shouldn't even think about such things.It shouldn't, it shouldn't, it shouldn't, it shouldn't.Just a supposition, of course only by accident, supposing that such a thing happened? Then all his troubles with Roberta would be solved in one go? No more fear for her, not even No matter what Sandra was afraid of, she would get a headache again.All his present difficulties had thus been solved silently, without trace, without quarrel, and, from now on, he would never have anything but joy.It was just an accident, not a deliberate fall into the water, and then his future would be infinitely bright and brilliant!

However, at this moment, thinking about such things because of Roberta, (why does he always want to associate her with this matter in his mind?) It is very terrible in itself, and he should never, never Such a thought should not have entered his head.Never, never, never! He couldn't.This is too scary! Terrible! To even think of killing people, what! So exciting, and still is, Sandra's picture of life so lovely, so charming, and, so far as she's writing it, so will his life.

Therefore, all his problems can be solved easily and naturally by another method.He couldn't get rid of this idea, as long as this kind of accident happened to him and Roberta, that would be fine.After all, he wasn't planning any crime, was he? He was just thinking about the accident, just thinking about it, and assuming it happened to him, or if it could happen to him, Isn't it?... Ah, but, this "as long as it can come", ah, what a vicious and evil thought, he must never think so, he must not think, "He must not Should".But he was a very good swimmer, and of course he would make it to shore, no matter how far.But Roberta, he'd swam with her in all the lakes last summer, and he knew she couldn't swim.Then...then...unless he saves her...of course...

When he was thinking this in his room under the lamp between 09:30 and 20 o'clock in the evening, he had a strange, frightening feeling crawling over him, in his hair, in his fingers .The idea was wonderful and terrible, and besides, wasn't it strange that the paper should have stirred such an idea in him? Besides, he was going to find Sandra in the Lake District, where there were lakes everywhere, wasn't it? Is it? There are more than [-] places in the Sandra area.At least that's what she said.And, Roberta just loves the wild, loves the water, even though she can't swim, just can't.Besides, they were going somewhere with a lake, at least he was going.Or else, maybe they'll go too, won't they, and if not, then why? Not that they've both talked about where they planned to go, before finally leaving, on the Fourth of July Go play, he and Roberta.

But no! No! As much as he wanted to get rid of her, the mere fact that he should think of such an accident for this reason was evil, vicious, and terrible! He must not let his mind wander to such things. , not even for a moment, how wrong, how despicable! Oh, what a dreadful thought! To think that he should have thought it! Not at any other time, but at this time, Just when she asked him to run away with her!

die!

kill!

Kill Roberta!

But, I have to avoid her, her unreasonable, unshakable, unchangeable request! He was already very cold, and he broke into a cold sweat just because of thinking about it.And now... Right... Right... But he must not think about that, and the unborn child must die!

However, how could people do such things in a planned way? Was it intentional? However, many people drowned like this, boys, girls, men, women, here and there Ah, that sort of thing happens all over the world in the summer.Of course, he didn't want this to happen to Roberta, especially at such a time.Even if he is not good, he is by no means such a person.He is not.He is not.He is not that type of person.It is certainly impossible for a well-behaved and clear-headed person to think of such things.He also never wants it, starting from this moment.

He resented himself, only felt trembling, he hated that such evil thoughts would break into his mind, he got up and lit the lamp, tried to keep a calm mood, and re-watched this shocking news.He felt that in this way, he could drive away some of the hints evoked by this piece of news, and never leave a trace.Then, after seeing it, he dressed and went out for a walk, along Wickie Avenue, along Center Road, until he reached Oak Street, then turned around, walked along Spruce Street, and then along Center Road.He felt that while walking, he abandoned the thoughts that had been haunting him and inducing him until now. After a while, he felt better, more comfortable, more natural, and more humane, just as he hoped, He went back to his room and went to sleep again, feeling in his heart that he had finally overcome the most insidious and terrifying tricks of the evil spirit.From now on, he must never think of it again! He must not! Never, never, never, never! Never think of it again!

After falling asleep, he had a terrible nightmare, dreaming that a fierce black dog was about to bite him.He woke up with fright, escaped the dog's teeth, and fell asleep again.But now, he was in a strange and gloomy place, a wood in a deep valley, or else a cave, or a valley in a high mountain.There's a path there that leads straight out.Seems like a good trail at first.However, the road became narrower and darker as we walked, and in the end, this road could not be found at all.Then, turning his head, trying to find his way back, he saw a large group of snakes coiled behind him, which at first he thought was just a bunch of dwarf trees.But there are at least twenty vipers with ferocious heads, forked tongues, and agate-colored eyes.He turned around immediately, but another beast in front blocked his way.In extreme despair, he woke up with fright, and never fell back to sleep.

(End of this chapter)