Bill Boody hadn't come in last night. His car wasn't to be seen. Robinson went back into the woodshed. He climbed the steps to the kitchen and walked in quietly behind Mrs. Boody, who was bent over the kitchen stove.
"Where's Norm?" he asked.
Mrs. Boody looked worn and tired, as though she hadn't slept.
"Milking the cows. Bill didn't come home last night."
He knew that she was still suspicious of him. She wasn't sure that he told the truth about the body on the road.
"Bill will be okay," he said. "Are any of the others up?"
Mrs. Boody smiled.
"Roy came out a few minutes ago. He took one look at the thermometer outside the kitchen window, groaned and went back to bed."
Robinson started for the bedroom.
"You better let Marge sleep," Mrs. Boody said. "She was all worn out. She needs the rest."