Rocky Ford enterprise., 1907-07-05
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CHAPTER xiii.-coatinusd.
., MEREDITH NICHOLSON

with q club. II Was his indiscretion.
sir. He wanted to so through the IT,
brary in broad daylight. and II wasn't
any use. anyhow. There's nothing
there"
-But don't like the looks Of this
shooting. Morsan's sick and out OF
his head. hut n fellow like Morgan
Isn't likely to shoot himself accident.
Lily. and now that it's done the works
stopped and the time Is running on
What do you think Glenarm sus'
pec,sr'
Il can't tell. sir. but mighty little.
I should say. The shot through tho
window the hrst aIsht he was here
seemed to shake him a tribe. but he's
quite settled down Eow. I should say.
sir. That shot Of Mor.an's was a
great mistake. Tn" young gentleman
isn't to be frightened away as easily
as that"
-Mor.an's a fool. Hut what is Glen.
arm doing! lie probably doesn't spend
much time on this side Of the fence
doesn't haunt tho chapel. I fancy
Lord. no! hardly suspect the
youn. gentleman II being a praying
man"
You haven't seen him prowiinE
about the house ana!yxin. the archi.
lecture"
mo, n bit OF II. sir! lie hasn't. I
should say. what his rcvcrcd Grand.
father called the analytical mind"
Pickering stamped his feet upon the
pavcd porch floor In u way that ] no.
mcmbcrcd of old. I, marked u con.
eiuSion. and prciudcd serious mis-.
takes.
Now. Batcs.- he said with n ring
OF authority and speaking In n louder
key than he had yet used. ITS your
duty under all circumstances to help
discover the hidden assets Of the cs.
tate. We've got To pluck the mystery
from that architectural monster over
there, aad tho time for doing II Ii
short enough. Mr.. Glcnarm was a
rich man. To my own knowledge he
had couple OF millions. and he
1spuian't have spent II NIL on that
!ousc. He reduced his bank account
10 a few thousand dollars and swept
out his safety deposit boxes with n
broom before his last trip to Yer
mont. He didn't die with the stun In
his clothes. did hc?'
Lord bless me. no. sir! There was
little enough cash to bury him. with
you out of the country and me alone
with him."
"Hc was crank and suppose he
got lot of satisfaction out OF burying
his money. But this hunt for II isn't
funny. ! supposed Of course we'd dig
II mp before Glena-m got here or
shouldn't have been In such hurry
to send for him. hut it's over there
somewhere In the grounds. There
must be a 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
1t is. I've got to go back to my car
now. and you'd better skip home. You
need't tell your young master that
I've been here"
was trying hard to remember. as
stood there with clenched hands out
side the chapel porch. that Arthur
Pickering'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
<2ubs in New York. I had come out
Tor my walk with only an inverness
or my dinner Jacket. and was
thoroughly chilled by the cold mist
was experiencing, too, an inner cold
as reflected upon the greed and per-
fidy of man.
Keep an eye on Morgan" said
Pickering.
Certainly, SIR"
"And be careful what you write or
wire"
I'll mind those points. sir. But I'd
suggest, II you please, sir"
"Well?" demanded Pickering impa.
tiently
THAT you should call at the house.
1t would look rather strange to the
young gentleman If you'd come to st.
Agathas and not see him."
81 haven't the slightest errand with
him. And besides i haven't time. If
he learns that I've been here you may
say that my business was with Sister
Theresa and that l 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
out into the open and turned away to-
ward the Glenarm gate. Pickering
passed me, SO near that I might have
put out my hand and touched him, and
in moment l heard the carriage
drive off rapidly toward the village.
l heard Bates running home over
the snow and listened to the clatter of
the village hack as it bore Pickering
back to Annandale.
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