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"There doesn't seem to be much wrong here," Merriman said when they
had surveyed the scene for nearly an hour.

"No," Hilliard agreed, "and there didn't seem to be much wrong when
I inspected the place on Sunday. But there can't be anything
obviously wrong. If there is anything, in the nature of things it
won't be easy to find."

About nine o'clock Mr. Coburn, dressed in gray flannel, emerged from
his house and crossed the grass to the mill. He remained there for
a few minutes, then they saw him walking to the workers at the forest
edge. He spent some moments with each gang, afterwards returning to
his house. For nearly an hour things went on as before, and then
Mr. Coburn reappeared at his hall door, this time accompanied by
his daughter. Both were dressed extraordinarily well for such a
backwater of civilization, he with a gray Homburg hat and gloves,