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When Shurte returned a few minutes later with the medical kit； he found that the room had been lit with candles and new logs laid on the fire。 Pendergast had draped an afghan around the old woman； and she peered out at them balefully through a tangle of iron…gray hair。
Pendergast glided toward him。 〃Take care of Sheriff Hazen。〃 He went over to the girl and spoke to her softly。 She nodded。 Then； taking supplies from the first…aid kit； he bandaged her wrists and doctored the cuts on her arms； neck； and face。 Shurte worked on Hazen； who grunted stoically。
Fifteen minutes later； all had been done that could be done。 Now； Shurte realized； they just had to wait for emergency help to arrive。
The FBI agent； however； appeared to be restless。 He paced the room； his silver eyes moving among its occupants。 And yet again and again； as the storm shook the old house； his gaze came back to rest on the bloodied old woman who sat motionless； handcuffed to the wing chair； her head bowed。
Eighty
The warmth of the fire； the steam rising from the cup of chamomile tea； the numbing effect of the sedative Pendergast had administered： all conspired to create in Corrie a feeling of growing unreality。 Even her bruised and battered limbs seemed far away； the pain barely noticeable。 She sipped and sipped； trying to lose herself in the simple mechanical action； trying not to think about anything。 It didn't help to think； because nothing seemed to make sense： not the nightmare apparition that had chased her through the cave； not the sudden homicidal rage of Winifred Kraus； nothing。 It was as senseless as a nightmare。
In a far corner of the parlor； the state troopers named Williams and Rheinbeck sat； the latter nursing a bandaged head and leg。 The other trooper； Shurte； stood by the door； gazing through the glass down the darkened road。 Hazen reclined on an overstuffed couch； his eyes half open； battered and bandaged almost beyond recognition。 Beside him stood Pendergast； looking intently at Winifred Kraus。 The old woman stared back at them all from her wing chair； looking from one to the next； malevolent eyes like two little red holes in her pale； powdered face。
At last； Pendergast broke the long silence that had settled over the parlor。 His eyes remained on the old woman as he spoke： 〃I am sorry to tell you； Miss Kraus； that your son is dead。〃
She jerked and moaned； as if the announcement was a physical blow。
〃He was killed in the cave；〃 Pendergast went on quietly。 〃It was unavoidable。 He didn't understand。 He attacked us。 There were a number of casualties。 It was a matter of self…defense。〃
The woman was now rocking and moaning； repeating over and over again； 〃Murderers； murderers。〃 But the accusatory tone seemed almost to drain from her voice： all that remained was sorrow。
Corrie stared at Pendergast； struggling to understand。 〃Herson？ 〃
Pendergast turned to her。 〃You gave me the crucial hint yourself。 How Miss Kraus； when she was young； was known for her； ah； free ways。 She became pregnant； of course。 Normally she would have been sent away to have the baby。〃 He turned back to Winifred Kraus； speaking very gently。 〃But your father didn't send you away； did he？ He had a different way of dealing with the problem。 With theshame。 〃
Tears now welled out of the old woman's eyes and she bowed her head。 There was a long silence。 And in that silence Sheriff Hazen exhaled loudly； as the realization hit him。
Corrie looked over at him。 The sheriff's head was swathed in bandages； which were soaked red around his missing ear。 His eyes were blackened； his cheeks bruised and puffy。 〃Oh； my God；〃 he murmured。
〃Yes；〃 Pendergast said； glancing at Hazen。 〃The father； with his fanatical； hypocritical piety； locked her and her sin away in the cave。〃
He turned back to Winifred。 〃You had the baby in the cave。 After a time； you were let out to rejoin the world。 But not your baby。 He； the sinful issue； had to remain in the cave。 And that's where you were forced to raise him。〃
He stopped briefly。 Winifred remained silent。
〃And yet； after a time； it didn't seem like such a bad idea； did it？ pletely sheltered from the wicked world like that。 In a way； it was a mother's dream e true。〃 Pendergast's voice was calm； soothing。 〃You would always have your little boy with you。 As long as he was in the cave； he could never leave you。 Never would he leave home or fall into the ways of the world； never would he leave you for another woman； never would he abandon you…as your mother once abandoned you。 You were doing it toprotect him from the opprobrium of the world； weren't you？ He would always need you； depend on you； love you。 He would be yours 。 。 。 forever。〃
The tears were now flowing freely down the old lady's cheeks。 Her head was swaying sadly。
Hazen's eyes were open； staring at Winifred Kraus。 〃How could you…？〃
But Pendergast continued in the same soothing tone of voice。 〃May I ask what his name was； Miss Kraus？〃
〃Job；〃 she murmured。
〃A biblical name。 Of course。 And an appropriate one； as it turned out。 There； in the cave； you raised him。 He grew to be a big man； a strong man； enormously strong； because the only way to move about in his world was by climbing。 Job never had a chance to play with children his own age。 He never went to school。 He barely learned how to talk。 In fact； he never evenmet another human being for the first fifty…one years of his life except for you。 No doubt he was a boy with above…average intelligence and strong creative impulses； but he grew up virtually unsocialized as a human being。 You visited him from time to time； when it was safe。 You read to him。 But not enough for him to learn more than rudimentary speech。 And yet； in some respects； he was a quick boy。 A desperately creative boy。 Look what he was able to learn by himself…lighting a fire； making clever things with his hands； tying knots； creating whole worlds out of little things he found in the cave around him。
〃Perhaps at some point you realized you were doing wrong by keeping him in the cave…away from sunlight； civilization； human contact； social interaction…but by then； of course； it would have seemed too late。〃
The old lady remained bowed； weeping silently。
Hazen exhaled again： a long； pent…up breath。 〃But he got out；〃 he said hoarsely。 〃The son of a bitch got out。 And that's when the murders began。〃
〃Exactly；〃 said Pendergast。 〃Sheila Swegg； digging at the Mounds； uncovered the ancient Indian entrance to the cave。 The back door。 Which also happened to be used by the Ghost Warriors when they ambushed the Forty…Fives。 It had been blocked off from the inside； when the warriors went back into the cave and mitted ritual suicide after the attack。 But Swegg； digging in the Mounds； found it。 To her sorrow。
〃It must have been a monumental shock for Job when Swegg wandered into his cave。 He had never met another human being besides his mother。 He had no idea they evenexisted。 He killed her； in fear； no doubt unintentionally。 And then he found the freshly cut opening Swegg had made。 And for the first time； he climbed out into a vast and wondrous new world。 What a moment that must have been！ Because you never told him about