Dr. Stone reached for the dog's harness. "More work for us, old girl," he
said, and the dog looked at him steadily. Joe wondered if she understood.
They went out to the small police car, the tawny shepherd anxiously
leading the blind man through the snow to the running-board. Crowded into
the car, Joe and the dog in the rear seat, they rode toward the village.
"How long is it since Jud Cory left here?" Dr. Stone asked.
"Seven years. That's what I can't understand. Why should he come back
after seven years to do a murder? He used to live with Boothy; did chores
for his keep. We've sent for his brother."
"Jud's?"
"No; Boothy's."