human
You chop your wood with a short, heavy ax, don't you, Brenner?
gpt
It's marked with your name, isn't it?
human
God! he yelped,
gpt
More calmly he proceeded.
human
This afternoon before I went down on the beach I thought I'd chop some wood on the hill. But the ax was gone. So after I'd looked sharp for it and couldn't find it, I gave it up.
gpt
Tobey didn't do it! Mrs. Brenner cried thinly.
human
He's as harmless as a baby! He didn't do it! He didn't do it!
gpt
How about those clay tracks, Mrs. Brenner? There is red clay on the hill where the man was killed. There is red clay on your floor.
human
Mart tracked in that clay. He changed shoes with Tobey. I tell you that's the truth.
gpt
It's likely, ain't it, that I'd change into shoes as wet as these?
human
Those tracks are Mart's!
gpt
They lead into your son's room, Mrs. Brenner. And we find your ax not far from your door, just where the path starts for the hill.
human
Blood and trouble! Blood and trouble all my days! Red on his hands! Dripping! Olga! Blood!
gpt
But the road to the beach begins there too, Mrs. Brenner cried, above the cracked voice,
human
Mebbe the old woman's right, Munn. Mebbe those tracks are Brenner's.
gpt
You believe me, don't you?