Американская трагедия

Chapter 10

           Andworse,awaspishtypeofsmall-townslumgirl,dressedinaginghamdress,whointhedimlightofthearcs,hadleanedforwardtocry:"Lookit,thedirtylittlesneakthemurderer!Youthoughtyou’dgetawaywithit,didnja?"

           AndClyde,crowdingclosertoSheriffSlack,andthinking:Why,theyactuallythinkIdidkillher!Andtheymayevenlynchme!Butsowearyandconfusedanddebasedandmiserablethatatthesightoftheoutersteeljaildoorswingingopentoreceivehim,heactuallygaveventtoasighofreliefbecauseoftheprotectionitafforded.

           Butonceinhiscell,sufferingnonethelesswithoutcessationthelongnightthrough,fromthoughtsthoughtsconcerningallthathadjustgone.Sondra!theGriffiths!Bertine.AllthosepeopleinLycurguswhentheyshouldhearinthemorning.Hismothereventually,everybody.WherewasSondranow?ForMasonhadtoldher,ofcourse,andallthoseothers,whenhehadgonebacktosecurehisthings.Andtheyknewhimnowforwhathewasaplotterofmurder!Only,only,ifsomebodycouldonlyknowhowithadallcomeabout!IfSondra,hismother,anyone,couldtrulysee!

           PerhapsifheweretoexplainalltothismanMasonnow,beforeitallwentanyfurther,exactlyhowitallhadhappened.Butthatmeantatrueexplanationastohisplot,hisrealoriginalintent,thatcamera,hisswimmingaway.Thatunintendedblow—(andwhowasgoingtobelievehimastothat)—hishidingthetripodafterwards.

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