Mothers kept their young daughters in after dark unless they were protected by some trusty mankind, and women avoided the upper trolley that necessitated a short walk through a lonely wood. One and all pitched upon this spot as the place where Emily Dillon had met her fate. The streams and ponds for miles around the vicinity were dragged, the woods faithfully searched where a body could possibly be hidden, and special police were sworn in to be on duty at lonely places and escort late travelers to their homes. It was a time of great excitement, but still the days went by and Emily Dillon’s body was not discovered. Cautiously, after much inquiry and investigation, Miss Dillon’s lawyer set about an investigation of his own. He went to see Harriet Granniss, who gave it as her opinion that Emily’s mind was affected. She said Emily had always been strange but had been growing steadily stranger. She liked to be by herself and never would tell where she was going when she went out; and she offered as evidence of her peculiarity the remarks she had made about the tomatoes just before leaving home.
