CHAPTER XVII

THE BEND IN THE ROAD Prison records show it nothing unusual for a man sentenced to serve a term of years, to wind up his affairs, bid his friends farewell, and then unaccompanied by guard or warden, make his way to his grim goal and deliver himself up. In a like mood Cynthia followed the familiar path through the woods back to the lonely farmhouse that was to be her prison. She had been the jury in the case, as well as the prisoner at the bar, weighing the evidence for and against herself, for a crime too subtle to…