"
Craig pondered a little, but did not seem disposed to pursue the
subject further, until Tom volunteered the information that since
the tragedy none of them had been wearing their shooting jackets.
"We've all been wearing city clothes," he remarked.
"Could you get your Uncle James and your Cousin Junior to go with
you for an hour or two this morning on the lake, or on a tramp in
the woods?" asked Craig after a moment's thought.
"Really, Craig," responded Tom doubtfully, "I ought to go to
Saranac to complete the arrangements for taking Uncle Lewis's
body to New York."
"Very well, persuade them to go with you. Anything, so long as
you keep me from interruption for an hour or two."
They agreed on doing that, and as by that time most of the family
were up, we went in to breakfast, another silent and suspicious
meal.
After breakfast Kennedy tactfully withdrew from the family, and I
did the same. We wandered off in the direction of the stables and
there fell to admiring some of the horses. The groom, who seemed
to be a sensible and pleasant sort of fellow, was quite ready to
talk, and soon he and Craig were deep in discussing the game of
the north country.
"Many rabbits about here?" asked Kennedy at length, when they had
exhausted the larger game.
"Oh, yes.
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