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THE DAILY SHORT
STORY
THIRD DEGREE
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The time and place were perfect for Darkness came fast. Belcher lit the a murder. Belcher had considered them kerosene lamp and sat down to read. both carefully. He know that the A wind came up and began to moaD smallest detail was important. For about the lonely shack,; Far up on the example, even though it cost him con- mountain a coycote howled dismally. siderable physical pain, he made the Belcher started; then laughed at his trip from Boswell across the desert own nervousness, 'He crossed to the to Okl Man Sommers' shack in the hills door and dropped the bar into place. on horseback, pushing ahead as fast Returning to his chair his eyes fell as he could go. The journey consum- on the cold, lifeless form of Sommers. ed five hours. Thus he knew that He stopped short. It had moved! Its even as expert a rider as Sheriff Bur head was pointed away from the wall don would take at least four
- instead of towards it. No, he remem-"
Then, a week before the day he had bered now. He had turned it that planned his deed, he set off by himself way. Of course. He laughed in relief with pack horse and equipment for an and sat down again. But he couldn't extended stay in the hills, telling them read. He kept thinking of the dead at the hotel he was going to explore man on the floor behind, watching him the Rainy Valley for outcroppings of with seeing eyes. He got up and copper. Instead, he located the sam- shifted so that his back was to the ples that he had cached a fortnight opposite wall.
before, filled his..saddle bags with The wind howled. Outside the door them and moved on to the ridge which something moved. Belcher leaped to overlooked the ravine where Sommers his feet. It was the sheriff! But had his cabin. He camped on the When he flung wide the door the western slope, and each day he assum- space beyond was deserted. He bang- ed. vigil at a spot where ho could watch ed the door shut and leaned against it. the cabin without being observed. He was breathing heavily.
2.
Presently there came a day when he Something struck the side of the saw Joe Bridges, Sommers' partner, cabin. Again it struck. Like a tap- set off for town with two pack mules, ping,⠀ As though someone were there, This meant that Sommers would be tapping for admission. Sweat broke alone. for two days.
out on Belcher's forehead.
"It's a Belcher went back to his own camp, tree. The wind is brushing a tree. packed his hings and rode down into against the cabin." ' Then suddenly the the ravine. It was easier than he tapping ceased, and Belcher `remem- expected, Sommers was a trusting bered there were no trees anywhere soul. He looked as though he didn't around.
believe -Belcher had come to kill him. The wind suddenly` struck the cabin 'even when he saw the gun.”.
a terrific blow. It moaned and shriek- When the deed was done, Belcher, ed. Belcher heard voices. He caught pressed the dead man's fingers against himself-assuming an attitude of listen-
By Vic Yardman
the gun and placed the weapon a few ing, shook himself and, laughed, The feet away from where the old man lay lamp on the table flickered, Shadows Then he stripped off the gloves he had danced about the room, giving the illu- worn, burned them in the stove and sion that the corpae of: Sommers was stirred the ashes into those made by wriggling on the floor. the wood, fire. Then he called Sheriff: Burdon.
* "By "gum!” explained the fficer when Belcher had finished his recital, "you don't say Buicide, -eh? I'll be out. You just hang around till I get there, Belcher.".
and Belcher emaily, “I'll stick around." He hung.. up" and chuckled to himself. The dumb cluck! How can a guy life and be so stupid? -May- be I was a fool to take all these pre cautions, but I guess it's smart, not to take any chances.”
He went to the fireplace and remos ed the stone behin which he Sommers kept his
ayen gleamed the sacka
He
Belcher screamed. um his face. The wind voice howled: Myrdersre. never get
upti.Belcher shrieked. “Shut- adeg saw the do it!". Then he moross his month, real- "wind had "tricked him into
when he sat down