He may close his
eyes--and still see it. When he exercises, he sees it. Thinking by
day and dreaming by night, it is always there. Think of the
terrible hours that man must pass, knowing of the little woman
eating her heart out. Is he really guilty? I must find out. If he
is not, I never saw a greater tragedy than this slow, remorseless
approach of death, in that daily, hourly shadow of the little
green door."
East Point was a queer old town on the upper Hudson, with a
varying assortment of industries. Just outside, the old house of
the Godwins stood on a bluff overlooking the majestic river.
Kennedy had wanted to see it before any one suspected his mission,
and a note from Mrs. Godwin to a friend had been sufficient.
Carefully he went over the deserted and now half-wrecked house,
for the authorities had spared nothing in their search for poison,
even going over the garden and the lawns in the hope of finding
some of the poisonous shrub, hemlock, which it was contended had
been used to put an end to Mr.
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