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Chapter 8

           AllI’msupposedtodoistoarrestyou,ClydeGriffiths,forthemurderofRobertaAlden.You’remyprisoner."Hedrewforthmorebywayofademonstrationofforceandauthoritythananythingelseapairofsteelhandcuffs,whichcausedClydetoshrinkandtrembleasthoughhehadbeenbeaten.

           "Youneedn’tputthoseonme,mister,"hepleaded."Iwishyouwouldn’t.Ineverhadanythinglikethatonbefore.I’llgowithyouwithoutthem."Helookedlonginglyandsadlyaboutatthetrees,intotheshelteringdepthsofwhichsorecentlyheoughttohaveplunged.Tosafety.

           "Verywell,then,"repliedtheredoubtableKraut."Solongasyoucomealongpeaceful."AndhetookClydebyoneofhisalmostpalsiedarms.

           "DoyoumindifIaskyousomethingelse,"askedClyde,weaklyandfearsomely,astheynowproceeded,thethoughtofSondraandtheothersshimmeringblindinglyandreducinglybeforehiseyes.Sondra!Sondra!Togobackthereanarrestedmurderer!AndbeforeherandBertine!Oh,no!"Areyou,areyouintendingtotakemetothatcampbackthere?"

           "Yes,sir,that’swhereI’mintendingtotakeyounow.Them’smyorders.That’swherethedistrictattorneyandthesheriffofCataraquiCountyarejustnow."

           "Oh,Iknow,Iknow,"pleadedClyde,hysterically,forbynowhehadlostalmostallpoise,"butcouldn’tyoucouldn’tyousolongasIgoalongjustasyouwantthoseareallmyfriends,youknow,backthere,andI’dhate...

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