CHAPTER 6Carlson was typing at his desk when Manning walked into the city room of the Tannersville News for the second time in fourteen hours. It was quite early in the morning and the sunlight was bright on the desks and chairs and copyracks giving the room a more cheerful aspect. And this time Carlson did not greet him with a raised forefinger and continue typing. He leapt up quickly and came toward him with a troubled look in his eyes.
“Well… I did my best to set your mind at ease,” he said. “Got the sheriff out of bed at midnight and we went back to the Hollow together and searched the woods for close to four miles north, east, west and south. Not just Hanly and myself. We took along about half of the men who were playing flashlights on the cliff when you were there and went straying
