— VII —THE AMAZING MEETING
IN THE SHADOWS
OF THE OLD COURTYARD
Bobby returned to his bed. He lay there still shivering, beneath the heavy blankets. “I don’t dare!” He echoed Graham’s words. “There’s nothing else anyone can say. I must decide what to do. I must think it over.”
But, as always, thought brought no release. It merely insisted that the case against him was proved. At last he had been seen slipping unconsciously from his room — and at the same hour. All that remained was to learn how he had accomplished the apparent miracles. Then no excuse would remain for not going to Robinson and confessing. The woman at the lake and in the courtyard, the movement of the body and the vanishing of the evidence under his hand, Paredes’s odd behavior, all became in his mind puzzling details t
