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Silence for five minutes.
Then the New Yorker turns TO
Taker.
What is your idca?" he asks
Haven't formed any, answered
Taker, with cxasperating GOODNESS.
The New Yorker smiles. a peculiar
soft smile.
we are getting along nicely, amt
we?"
Taker laughs.
"kind of a game of cross purposes.
Say. Rogcrson. what is your candid
opinion. II we have got to work to-
Fcther, we ought to understand each
other"
That's straight enough. Takcr, but
do YOU know that | have come to the
conclusion that YOU are ON To do
something. and are keeping il from
me. If YOU feel as You say, give it to
me-
Takcr looks with well simulated
surprise uron the bland officer.
NO, Rogcrson, you're or You
wrong me"
"no H."
"lcS."
81 am awful sorry. I'll give YOU
my ideas in the morning. Id rather
sleep on them"
His tone is tingcd with sarcasm.
Takrr notices il and says nothing.
IN work him later on" he thinks,
maliciously.
They have reached the outskirts of
the Ia WIN.
"IO yuu know the house where the
murdered man livcd?' asks Eogerson.
yes. Turn To your left at the next
corner and you'll pass il. Near the
cemetery"
Good idea. Within speaking dis
lance OF his Victims" and Rogerson
laughs lightly at his witticism.
Take makes no reply. He does not
feel very friendly toward his confrere.
Roge. son sees the sign. A small
black sign with the names i'm gold.
wilbur n Gareau, Physicians and
Surgeons" he murmurs.
"Do you know Garcau"" to Takcr.
1--WE met him"
"Old man like WILBUR
NO. He's Il young fellow.
Ibid o have any talk with him
about the death of his partner"
The tone is one of idle curiosity.
"ics." answers Taker. ''Iie feels
very badly about it,"
II should think he would" He
drives along slowly. Suddenly he asks,
WAS the old man well fiNed?'
81 believe he was"
'.And left his money TO his young
partner, | take it,"
perhaps he did, perhaps he didn't
Taker answers snappishly. lie begins
to think that Rogerson is pumping
him. 1t makes him furious. The New
Yorker looks at him with a bland
smile upon his countenance.
What's the mattcr?' he asks. Get
ting hot?"
How do YOU suppose | know" an
swers Taker. They have reached the
hotel. Rogcrson ties the lines around
the whip, saying as he does so.
'''lf ] had been on the ground as long
rs You have | think | would have
known. For that reason | asked YOU"
and he gets out of the carriage and
walks into the Office of the hotel.
Taker looks after him.
''Nou think you are very clever. Mr..
~Rogerson," he mutters. But YOU
amt as smart as you think. You'd
like to know what | do, hut you won't.
Ill make 1T my business to shadow
you as well as your employer" and he
too enters the hotel, walks up to the
cGarcisc, purchases n cigar, bites off
the end, lights it, and sits with his
back to RogGrsOn, who is watching
with an unused smile.
Before an hour has passed the gen.
from New York knows the his
tory of wilbur and Gareau no well as
any onc in the town. AS he disrobes
that night. he mutters.
That fool from Philadelphia has
got hold of some idea. lie prOposcst to
hang ON to it,. Well, I'll watch him.
I'd he q chunp to put him ON to my
SO this young doctor .sprang
from stock of criminals. Father sery-
ing time for killing his wife, son
lakes after father. He knew that
when the old doctor died, he would
into his money and practice. lie
lust quietly done him. III het nv
head he has That watch and chain and
he other stuff together with the note
book hid away somewhere in that
He's out ,of town tonight. BE
Dack to- morrow. I'll shadow him.
rakcr would eat his heart out if he
,hought l was 'on' to him.
lie turns off the gas, jumps into bed
md sleeps the sound sleep of q thor ,
- IL - - Al II