The moon had risen and hung on the edge of the sky like a great disk of white paper. Anne saw the others running this way and that along the edge of the Point. A boat was pushing out from the dock, Stokes in it, and, caught by the current, it shot down the gleaming surface of the channel. There were cries in men’s voices and Stokes’ answer, bell-clear from the water. Then Shine ran by her, back to the house, grim-visaged with staring eyes. The scene had the fantastic quality of a nightmare, the solemn splendors1 of the setting and the gesticulating, shouting figures darting2 about like grotesque3 silhouettes4.
She ran on through the pine wood up the path beyond. Mrs. Cornell met her, tried to speak with chattering5 teeth, but ended in a scream and fell upon her shoulder. Over her head Anne saw Bassett[Pg 104] flying down the slope to the wharf6. Then presently boats moving out from Hayworth. They came with incredible speed, sliding forward in a group that spread and broke into units scattering7 across the channel. Here they sped back and forth8, up and down, swift black shapes that seemed to be executing some complicated maneuvers9 along the glittering track of moonlight. She was aware of Bassett’s figure leaving the wharf and racing10 to the house, of Shine thudding by and calling:
“They’re here already! I got some one on the wire and I told him to go like hell.”
Miss Pinkney’s voice answered him from the edge of the Point where she stood like a black basalt statue:
“Oh, they’re here, all right. Every feller that has a boat’s out. But it’s no use; no one who’s ever got caught in that current’s been found.”
Shine muttered an invocation and came to a stop. They all stood speechless staring at the boats—the boats looking for Sybil who half an [Pg 105]hour ago was alive like themselves and now was—where?
As soon as he saw the fleet in operation, Bassett ran to the house. He had to find Flora11 and get fuller information from her before he called up the police, and not seeing her outside, he supposed she was still there. The great room was almost dark. He felt for one of the standard lamps and pulled the string. The gush12 of light fell directly over her, close to him, sunk in an armchair, as still as if she, too, had ceased to live. He had expected difficulties in getting a coherent statement from her, but she told him what she had seen, briefly13 and clearly, as if she had known he was coming and was ready for him.
She had skirted the island and come to that part of the path which faced the Point. A hollow intervened, extending to the water’s edge in a mass of shelving rock. Across this hollow she saw Sybil appear on the end of the Point, coming up from the opposite side, and almost immediately heard the shot. Sybil had thrown up her arms, [Pg 106]staggered forward and gone over the bluff14. It all happened in a flash and Flora, though describing herself as dazed, had run down the path into the hollow and out on the rocks thinking she could catch her. But she saw the body go swirling15 by—far out of her reach, caught and borne along in the current. She had watched it, stunned16, then had come to her senses and staggered back to the shore—she thought she had fallen more than once—and ran to the house. On the way there she had seen no one and heard nothing.
Bassett left her and went to the library to call up Forestville, the county seat. He knew the place well—a small town on the edge of northern solitudes17. It was the starting point for hunting parties to New Brunswick, and Bassett, a sportsman in his leisure hours, had stayed there several times assembling his guides and gear. On his last trip, two years ago, trouble with a guide had brought him in contact with the sheriff, Abel Williams. Over legal wrangling18 they had struck up a friendship and he remembered Williams as [Pg 107]a man of some capacity, straight and fair-minded. If he was still in office it would simplify matters; to start out with confidence in the director would be a vital gain. He waited, the receiver against his ear, a foot drumming on the carpet, then a deep and growling19 voice hummed along the wire. It was Abel Williams.
Williams would be down as soon as he could, with Mr. Rawson, the district-attorney—an hour and a half to two hours, the roads being bad. The shore people had been told it was an accident—that’s all right, couldn’t hold an inquest anyway without a body and it was a good thing to keep ’em off. Better not let anything come out till they’d got the situation in hand, easy to fix at that end as the United American Press man was off fishing. They’d do a good deal better if the press was held off for a spell. The place was small, they’d clutter20 it up, tramp out foot-prints, get in the way searching for clues. Seeing where the island was and that there was no one on it but their own crowd, it would be possible to keep [Pg 108]things out of the public eye till they had the work well started.
Bassett looked at his watch—nearly eight—probably two hours to wait. The best thing he could do was to get them together and keep them as quiet as he could. As he went down the path his mind collected and marshalled in order the facts he would have to present. They had all been in the house except Stokes on the balcony and Flora walking round the island. Stokes eaten into by a hopeless love, Flora on fire with jealousy21 and hate—passions that make for murder. “God, what’s going to be the end of this?” he groaned23 to himself.
He found them in a group near the pine grove24, excitedly conferring together. They had been back and forth to the house and the wharf, some aimlessly running about, others trying to do something intelligent and helpful. Stokes had just returned with the electric torch and they were preparing to search the ground for foot-prints. Bassett brought their activities to an end [Pg 109]and shepherded them to the house. With dragging feet and lowered heads they trailed up the path and filed into the living-room.
Here, under the radiance of the lights, they looked at one another as if expecting to see startling changes and fell groaning25 into chairs, or sat, stiff and upright, with rigid26 muscles. The effect of the shock showed in Mrs. Cornell, Stokes and Shine, in a sudden outburst of loquacity27. They went over and over it, what they were saying, where they were, what had entered their minds when they heard the shot. “And I thought to myself,” sentence after sentence started that way. Then the feverish28 talk began to die. Bassett had told them when the authorities might be expected and as the hour drew near, dread29 of the drama in which they found themselves stilled their tongues. The sea breeze, freighted with the acrid30 odors of uncovered mud and seaweed, blew through the room. Bassett rose and closed the garden door, and eyes shifted to him, hung on his hand as it slid the bolt.
[Pg 110]
“What are you shutting the door for?” Mrs. Cornell quavered.
“Can’t you stop making that noise?”
Bassett crossed to where Anne was sitting by the entrance. She had her back to the room and was looking out at the lights of Hayworth dotting the shore. He stood behind her chair and put his hand on her shoulder. Her fingers stole up and rested on his, icy cold. He bent36 till his head was close to hers and whispered:
“Bear up. Thank God this can’t touch you in any way.”
Her fingers pressed an answer but she said nothing.
Shine came toward them: “Those fellers were lucky who got off this afternoon. I might have gone with them if I’d had the sense.”
[Pg 111]
Anne answered this time:
“Yes, they were more fortunate than we are.”
“But even if we were here they can’t suspect us. We’ve got alibis38, we’re all accounted for. We were all in——”
She realized where she was going and stopped. There was a portentous39 silence. Shine almost shouted, pointing out at the channel:
“The tide’s falling fast. They can’t get into the dock here. How will they make a landing?”
Bassett answered:
“In a cove31 at the upper end of the island. They’ve a dock there for low water. They have to make a detour40, that’s all.”
Flora, who had been sitting with her hand over her eyes, dropped it and sat erect41. Her breath came from her in a loud exhalation that was almost a groan22. Every pair of eyes shifted to her, watchful42, questioning, apprehensive43.
“Do you feel ill, Flora?” said Bassett, moving to her side.
[Pg 112]
“No—no,” she looked wildly about. “But this waiting—it’s so awful.”
Miss Pinkney suggested a glass of water, but Flora waved a hand as if pushing it away. Stokes rose and moved to a seat beside her.
“They’ll be here soon now.”
She sank back and closed her eyes. Her husband bent a somber44, sidewise look toward her, then laid his hand on one of hers. Her own turned and the thin fingers twined like clinging roots about his.
She waved the other hand in front of her face, like a person in unendurable pain, who makes a vague distracted gesture for silence.
Anne spoke from the door:
“There’s a light moving out from the shore.”
The statement shook them. There was a simultaneous stir of feet and bodies, a heave of labored46 breaths.
Bassett went to the entrance:
[Pg 113]
“Yes—that’s a launch. They’re coming. I must go to meet them.”
He looked over the company, the haggard faces all turned toward him. Some of them wore an expression of yearning47 appeal as if he was their only source of strength in this devastating48 hour:
“Now remember there’s nothing to get scared or rattled49 about. They’ll ask you questions and what you must do is to answer them accurately—not what you think or imagine but what you know. Keep that in the front of your minds. The clearer you are in your statements the quicker you’ll get through. And please stay here, just as you are. They’ll probably want to see you right off.”
A benumbed silence followed his departure. Anne moved from the door to a chair nearer the others. Stokes withdrew his hand from Flora’s and straightened himself, jerking down his waistcoat and craning his neck up from his collar. The low rippling50 murmurs51 of the receding52 tide were [Pg 114]singularly distinct. Suddenly the shrill53 whistle of a launch pierced the night outside. Mrs. Cornell leaped as if the sound had been a weapon that had stabbed her:
“Oh!” she cried, “why do they do that? Isn’t Sybil being murdered enough to stand!”
“For Christ’s sake, keep your mouth shut,” Stokes flung at her, glaring.
The savage54 quality in his voice penetrated55 Mrs. Cornell’s encasing terrors. She shrunk and slid the look of a frightened animal at Shine. Then the silence settled and they sat like those who have looked upon the head of Medusa.
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bluff
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swirling
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stunned
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solitudes
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wrangling
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growling
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groaned
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groaning
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rigid
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loquacity
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dread
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draught
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alibis
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watchful
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yearning
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receding
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