By Philip Wylie
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Only--for heaven's sake--if you barge into anything more--tell me. Not your aunt--and not anybody else. You see, Plum, even if there was a murder here, I'd have to have ironclad proof--or these people would suppress it. They're that kind. So are a good many others. People think that any killing would throw them on the side of law and justice--but if the right guy is killed--and if an investigation would bring to light a lot of backbiting, gyppery, hate, and double-dealing--they'll raise heaven and earth to close the subject.
There are three physicians in Parkawan. I phoned them all--this afternoon--when Dad was out in his darkroom. None of them called on Dad. The hospital didn't. That's thing number one that frightens me. Then--I had another thought. " "Yeah. " "He didn't come home. I slept late--naturally. I'd been up most of the night, what with him out--and coming back--and you. But the cook says she's sure she heard him sneaking upstairs by the back way when she was getting up--and that was around seven-long after daylight.
She was frightened because of what he had seen her father do. In her fear-translated to wrath--she was insulting. He looked at her until she looked away. "I would," he said, "if I wished. " When he reached Rainbow Lodge, he found Sarah bursting with news. "Wes stopped by," she said. "He asked for you. Had to go on. " Aggie's face was surprised and, in a moment, blank. He waited. His aunt seemed curiously relieved-and more like her old self. "Some youngsters were fishing in Upper Lake--beyond here on the main road.
Corpses at Indian Stones by Philip Wylie