twin girls。 Cora and Kathe。
On a warm night in June of that year； the girls asked for and were given permission to sleep on the screen…enclosed side porch； which ran the length of the house。 This was a great treat for them。 Their mother kissed them goodnight just shy of nine； when the last light had gone out of the sky。 It was the final time she saw either of them until they were in their coffins and the undertaker had repaired the worst of the damage。
Country families went to bed early in those days … 〃soon as 'twas dark under the table；〃 my own mother sometimes said … and slept soundly。 Certainly Klaus； Marjorie； and Howie Detterick did on the night the twins were taken。 Klaus would almost certainly have been wakened by Bowser； the family's big old half…breed collie； if he had barked； but Bowser didn't。 Not that night； not ever again。
Klaus was up at first light to do the milking。 The porch was on the side of the house away from the barn； and Klaus never thought to look in on the girls。 Bowser's failure to join him was no cause for alarm； either。 The dog held the cows and the chickens alike in great disdain； and usually hid in his doghouse behind the barn when the chores were being performed； unless called 。。。 and called energetically； at that。
Marjorie came downstairs fifteen minutes or so after her husband had pulled on his boots in the mudroom and tromped out to the barn。 She started the coffee； then put bacon on to fry。 The bined smells brought Howie down from his room under the eaves； but not the girls from the porch。 She sent Howie out to fetch them as she cracked eggs into the bacon grease。 Klaus would want the girls out to get fresh ones as soon as breakfast was over。 Except no breakfast was eaten in the Detterick house that morning。 Howie came back from the porch； white around the gills and with his formerly sleep…puffy eyes now wide open。
〃They're gone；〃 he said。
Marjorie went out onto the porch； at first more annoyed than alarmed。 She said later that she had supposed； if she had supposed anything； that the girls had decided to take a walk and pick flowers by the dawn's early light。 That or some similar green…girl foolishness。 One look； and she understood why Howie had been white。
She screamed for Klaus … shrieked for him … and Klaus came on the dead run； his workboots whitened by the half…full pail of milk he had spilled on them。 What he found on the porch would have jellied the legs of the most courageous parent。 The blankets in which the girls would have bundled themselves as the night drew on and grew colder had been cast into one er。 The screen door had been yanked off its upper hinge and hung drunkenly out into the dooryard。 And on the boards of both the porch and the steps beyond the mutilated screen door； there were spatters of blood。
Marjorie begged her husband not to go hunting after the girls alone； and not to take their son if he felt he had to go after them； but she could have saved her breath。 He took the shotgun he kept mounted in the mudroom high out of the reach of little hands； and gave Howie the 。22 they had been saving for his birthday in July。 Then they went； neither of them paying the slightest attention to the shrieking； weeping woman who wanted to know what they would do if they met a gang of wandering hobos or a bunch of bad niggers escaped from the county farm over in Laduc。 In this I think the men were right； you know。 The blood was no longer runny； but it was only tacky yet； and still closer to true red than the maroon that es when blood has well dried。 The abduction hadn't happened too long ago。 Klaus must have reasoned that there was still a chance for his girls； and he meant to take it。
Neither one of them could track worth a damn … they were gatherers； not hunters； men who went into the woods after coon and deer in their seasons not because they much wanted to； but because it was an expected thing。 And the dooryard around the house was a blighted patch of dirt with tracks all overlaid in a meaningless tangle。 They went around the barn； and saw almost at once why Bowser； a bad biter but a good barker； hadn't sounded the alarm。 He lay half in and half out of a doghouse which had been built of leftover barnboards （there was a signboard with the word Bowser neatly printed on it over the curved hole in the front … I saw a photograph of it in one of the papers）； his head turned most of the way around on his neck。 It would have taken a man of enormous power to have done that to such a big animal； the prosecutor later told John Coffey's jury 。。。 and then he had looked long and meaningfully at the hulking defendant； sitting behind the defense table with his eyes cast down and wearing a brand…new pair of state…bought bib overalls that looked like damnation in and of themselves。 Beside the dog； Klaus and Howie found a scrap of cooked link sausage。 The theory … a sound one； I have no doubt … was that Coffey had first charmed the dog with treats； and then； as Bowser began to eat the last one； had reached out his hands and broken its neck with one mighty snap of his wrists。
Beyond the barn was Detterick's north pasture； where no cows would graze that day。 It was drenched with morning dew； and leading off through it； cutting on a diagonal to the northwest and plain as day； was the beaten track of a man's passage。
Even in his state of near…hysteria； Klaus Detterick hesitated at first to follow it。 It wasn't fear of the man or men who had taken his daughters； it was fear of following the abductor's backtrail 。。。 of going off in exactly the wrong direction at a time when every second might count。
Howie solved that dilemma by plucking a shred of yellow cotton cloth from a bush growing just beyond the edge of the dooryard。 Klaus was shown this same scrap of cloth as he sat on the witness stand； and began to weep as he identified it as a piece of his daughter Kathe's sleeping…shorts。 Twenty yards beyond it； hanging from the jutting finger of a juniper shrub； they found a piece of faded green cloth that matched the nightie Cora had been wearing when she kissed her ma and pa goodnight。
The Dettericks； father and son； set off at a near…run with their guns held in front of them； as soldiers do when crossing contested ground under heavy fire。 If I wonder at anything that happened that day。 it is that the boy； chasing desperately after his father （and often in danger of being left behind pletely）； never fell and put a bullet in Klaus Detterick's back。
The farmhouse was on the exchange … another sign to the neighbors that the Dettericks were prospering； at least moderately； in disastrous times … and Marjorie used Central to call as many of her neighbors that were also on the exchange as she could； telling them of the disaster which had fallen like a lightning…stroke out of a clear sky； knowing that each call would produce overlapping ripples； like pebbles tossed rapidly into a stilly pond。 Then she lifted the handset one last time； and spoke those words that were almost a trademark of the early telephone systems of that time； at least in the rural South： 〃Hello； Central； are you on the line？〃
Central was； but for a moment could say nothing； that worthy woman was all agog