Mr. Sawyer put on a pair of rubber boots, and waded out to it, lifted
it from the water, and found it to be a large, irregular shaped stone
weighing at least ten pounds, which he brought back to me. He then
went back and splashed round in the pond with the hope of finding
something else of interest, but could discover nothing.
"I wondered how that stone came to be in the middle of that pond, and
we devoted several days after that to an examination of the
surrounding country. Back from the mill, some four or five hundred
feet away, was a ledge of rock. We, that is Mr. Sawyer and I, for I
forgot to tell you my father is now a cripple and could only help us
with his advice at home, examined its surface very carefully, using a
magnifying glass and, to my great satisfaction, I finally located a
place into which the stone found in the pond fitted nicely.
Evidently, then, the stone had been detached for some purpose, and
that purpose having been accomplished, the stone had been thrown into
the pond."
The district attorney looked at his watch again and betrayed signs of
uneasiness.
"Pardon me, Mr. Harlow, but would you not rather lose a dinner than
send an innocent man to his death?"
"You still have ten minutes," was the district attorney's reply,
"But, I cannot see the connection between what you are relating and
your idea that Robert Wood is not guilty.
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