CHAPTER XVIIIEmily Dillon’s lawyer had been away for a week on a fishing-trip where he hadn’t got a letter, nor seen a newspaper once, and when he came back to the city he found everyone talking about the Dillon Case, and wondering what would turn up next. Mothers kept their young daughters in after dark unless they were protected by some trusty mankind, and women avoided the upper trolley which necessitated a short walk through a lonely wood. One and all pitched upon this spot as the place where Emily Dillon had met her fate. The streams and ponds for miles around the vicinity were dragged, the woods faithfully searched where a body could possibly be hidden, and special police were sworn in to be on duty at lonely places and escort late travelers to their homes. It was a time of great exc
