questions. They have been waiting some time, but were kind enough to let me go first. So I'd better let them get in here!"
She quickly departed and two men entered in plain clothes. "I'm detective Holmes," one of them announced, "state police. This is country sheriff's detective Fields. I'm afraid we have to ask you some questions. If you wish an attorney present you may have one."
"I don't think I need one," Samuel answered.
"Tell us what happened," Fields reqested, "in your own words, as you remember it."
Samuel gave a full account of all that had happened.
"You're quite positive," Holmes remarked, "that you saw the shotgun discharge and saw the pellets strike in the water near Cadet Roger before you fired?"
"Yes sir!" Samuel answered. "I fired to suppress their fire, then proceeded on with the rescue." His words trailed off. "I hit someone, didn't I?"
The detective seemed hesitant but finally answered "Yes."
"I killed them, didn't I?" Samuel inquired.
Again the detective hesitated but answered "Yes."
This time it was Samuel who hesitated, but he had to know. "Who?" he asked.
The detective opened his notebook. "Nathanael Redman," he answered, "fifteen. Josette Redman, thirteen, cousins."
"A GIRL?" Samuel moaned, "a thirteen year old girl?"
The detective closed his notebook, took a deep breath and spoke very calmly and slowly.

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