43771
Complete This Phrase / Fill In The Blank(s) - 1840/1841 / Re: Episode #1161
« on: July 20, 2017, 05:50:45 PM »Hopefully, everything is to scale.
(One can only hope!! )
This section allows you to view all posts made by this member. Note that you can only see posts made in areas you currently have access to.
Hopefully, everything is to scale.
And that's probably what Quentin's motivation was.
With a heavy heart Roger mounted the outside steps of the building and opened the screen door leading to the cool shadowed foyer. The sheriff's office was on the first floor to the rear. They made their way down the cor- ridor, their footsteps echoing on the shining hardwood floor. The elderly man in the outer office of the sheriff's quarters gave them a sour look. "Yes," he asked in a crabbed tone. "Is the sheriff in?" Roger wanted to know. "Yep. You want to see him, Mr. Collins?" "If he isn't too busy," Roger said. "I reckon he can spare time for you," the ancient clerk said grumpily. he rose and went out a door at the back of the office. The door was closed after him and so they had no idea what was going on in the other room. Roger gave the professor an uneasy look. "Not a very happy start," he observed grimly." "You can't turn back now." The old clerk came back and nodded for them to enter. "The sheriff is waiting for you," he said. Roger led the way into the inner office. The gnarled sheriff was standing at his desk with a weary expression on his face. Roger introduced the professor and then they all sat down. "Very sad about your nice," the sheriff said, when the introductions were over. "Tragic," Roger agreed. The sheriff looked at his directly. "I hope you don't have the idea we're being lax in following up on these at- tacks and murders. I promise you that we are doing everything possible." "I have every confidence in you," Roger said in a strained voice. "Thank you," the sheriff said. "We have been receiving some complaints from relatives of the victims. It's hard to preach patience to those who have suffered such an ordeal, but I'm afraid that's just what we must do." Professor Stokes said, "At a time like this your official position is not an easy one." "Indeed it is not," the sheriff agreed. Then he gave Roger a questioning look. "I assume you have come here for my help in some way, Mr. Collins. What can I do for you?" Roger took a deep breath. Then he said, "It's about Carolyn.About her burial. I've had a bad dream about it and I'm worried." "The sheriff raised his eyebrows. "A bad dream?" "I've also had other misgivings," Roger told him earnestly. "I have an idea the monster we're trying to apprehend may possibly have a streak of the grave robber in him. And I have this awful feeling that my niece's coffin has been despoiled." The sheriff eyed him incredulously. "I don't think that's likely." "Perhaps not," Roger agreed. "But I wish you would indulge me in this fancy. I'd like to investigate the mausoleum and make certain that Carolyn's coffin is in- tact." The sheriff hesitated. "It's a pretty unusual request," he said grimly. "I know that," Roger agreed. "But I'm very con- cerned. It wouldn't take too much of your time and it would set my mind at rest." Professor Stokes spoke up. "Mr. Collins has suffered a great strain. I'm of the opinion this would help him through this crisis." The sheriff frowned. "I don't know what to say." "I'll not trouble you again," Roger said. "Just so long as I know Carolyn's body has not been touched." There was a tense moment of silence in the small office. Then the sheriff said, "All right, Mr. Collins." "When can we go to the cemetery?" Roger asked nervously. The sheriff shrugged. "Why not go at once and get it over with? he said. It was clear by his tone that he thought it was a fool's errand. Roger and the professor exchanged glances. And Roger told the sheriff, "I agree. Best to get it done right away!" |