Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1907-03-09

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9'd Take Pretty Good Care of Myself
II Were You, Squire Glenarn."
ally. and now that it's done the work s
stopped and the time is running on
What do you 3aink Glenarm sus.
pects?'
Il can't tell, sir, but mighty little,
| should say The shot through the
window the first night he was here
seemed to shake him trifie, but he's
quite settled down row. | should say,
/ sir. That shot of Morgans was a
great mistake The young gentleman
isn't to be frightened away as easily
as that
"Alorgan's a fool But what is Glen
arm doing? He probably doesn't spend
much tine en- this side of the fence
doesn't haunt the chapel, fancy?"
"Lord no! | hardly suspect the
Foung gentleman IF being a praying
man"
You haven't seen him prowling
about the house Analysing the archi-
lecture"
Not a bit of it, sir! He hasn't
should say. what his revered grand
father called the analytical mind"
Pickering stamped his feet upon the
paved porch floor in way that re-
membered of old 1t marked a con-
clusion, and preluded serious mis-
takes.
Now, Bates" he said with a ring
. of authority and speaking in a louder
key than he had yet used, tits your
duty under all circumstances to help
discover the hidden assets of the es-
tate. We've got to pluck the mystery
from that architectural monster over
there, and the time for doing it is
short enough. Mr.. Glenarm was a
rich man. To my own knowledge he
had couple of millions. and he
couldn't have spent it all on that
house. He reduced his banG account
to a few thousand dollars and swept
out his safety deposit boxes with
broom before his last trip to Yer
mont He didn't die with the stuff in
| his clothes, did he?"
Lord bless me, no, sir! There was
little enough cash to bury him, with
you out of the country and me alone
with him"
He was a crank and suppose he
got a lot of satisfaction out of burying
his money. But this hunt for it isn't
funny. l supposed of course we'd dig
1t up before Glenarm got here or /
shouldn't have been in such hurry
| to send for him. But it's over there
somewhere in the grounds. There
must be plan OF the house that
would help. I'll give you thousand
dollars the day you wire me you have
found any sort of clue
Thank you, sir
II don't want thanks, | want
| the money or securities, or whatever
it is. I've got to go back to my car
now, and you'd better skip home, You
1eed't tell your young master that
I've been here"
| was trying hard to remember, as
| 7 stood there with clenched hands out
side the chapel porch. that Arthur
chickering's name was written in the
list of directors of one of the largest
| trust companies in America and that
he belonged to the most exclusive
| clubs in New York. | had come out
for my walk with only an inverness
| over my dinner Jacket, and was
| thoroughly chilled by the cold mist.
| was experiencing, too, an inner cold
| as l reflected upon the greed and per-
| fdy of man.
Keep an eye on Morgan" said
| Pickering
| Certainly, sir"
| And be careful what you write or
wire"
'I1l mind those points, sir. But I'd
| suggest. II you please, sir"
| 'Well?" demanded Pickering impa-
tiently.
THAT you should call at the house,
It would look rather strange to the
| young gentleman if you'd come TO st.
| Agatha's and not see him"
| Il haven't the slightest errand with
him. And besides haven't time If
he learns that I've been here you may
say that my business was with Sister
/ Theresa and that regretted very
much not having the opportunity to
call on him"
The irony of this was not lost on
Bates who chuckled softly. He came