"Look," Glenn said suddenly. "Marge is freezing and we're all tired out. We better get inside." Norm Boody sprang toward the door and held it open. "Sure, sure," he said. "The wife's got both coffee pots steaming by now. I oughta be shot for not getting this poor girl inside the minute she came. It ain't fit weather...." Robinson smiled. "Let's get to that coffee." Inside, they all greeted Mrs. Boody. While she poured coffee into the cups on the kitchen table, Robinson cornered Norm Boody and led him into the living room. It was a low-ceilinged, warm, homey place. A telephone hung on the far wall. Robinson dialed the sheriff's number at Indian River, put the receiver back in place, lifted it and tried again. He shook his head. "Trouble?" Boody asked. "The line must be down. Phone won't work. Guess we'll sleep tonight and make that call in the morning." The two men sat down in the darkness of the living room. Mrs. Boody, a grey headed, smiling woman who looked as though she might be anyone's mother, came in with two steaming cups. "You better drink before you freeze," she said. "That darned stove takes so long to heat up." She turned to her husband. "Norm, what's wrong?" Norm Boody grimaced. "Man dead down the road. Something mauled him. Killed before the snow came this evening. Earl most ran over him." * * * * * The room was deathly silent for a moment. Then the woman's voice came, almost in a sob. "Norm, Norm, it wasn't Bill, was it?" Robinson said quickly: "It wasn't Bill. I saw the face. No one I've ever seen before." "Thank God for that," Mrs. Boody said. "You called the sheriff?" "Can't," Norm Boody said. "Line's out of order. We'll get in touch with town in the morning." "I don't think we'll sleep much tonight," a soft voice said from the door. Earl Robinson chuckled. It was an attempt to put the whole thing off lightly. It didn't sound very sincere. "You'll sleep all right, Marjorie. After that trip, we'll all sleep." The girl smiled wanly. "I hope so. It's hard--thinking of that--that...." Daylight brought a peaceful, untroubled look to the valley. For ten miles, without a track save for the animals who had moved during the night, the valley stretched upward on all sides to the wooded hills. The big general store, schoolhouse and country church nestled in the center of the snow cup, with trackless roads leading away to the four points of the compass. Blue-gray smoke lifted straight upward from the house, drifted two hundred feet into the sky and wafted away into nothingness.