Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-01-24
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 Good afternoon, Morgan" Good afternoon, MT. Glenarm," h
 said, taking his pipe from his moutl
 the better to grin at me. He shove,
 no sign of surprise. and I was nettle,
 by his cool reception. There was,
 felt, a certain element of recklessnes
 in my visit to the house of man wh,
 had shown so singular an interest il
 my affairs. and his cool greetin,
 vexed me.
 l Morgan" I began.
 Wont you come in and rest your
 self, MT. Glenarm?" he interrupted T reckon you're tired from your triI over"
 Thank you. no,' snapped. Suit yourself, MT. Glenarm." : He
 seemed to like my name and gave il 2. disagreeable drawling emphasis.
 Morgan, you are an internal black guard. You have tried twice to kill me"
 Well call 1t that, if you like, e,"-and he grinned. But you'd better cut off one for this."
 He lifted the gray fedora hat from his head, and poked his finger through hole in the top.
 You're pretty fair shot, MT. Glen. arm. The fact about me is,"-and he winked,-"the honest truth is, I'm all out of practice. Why. sir, when I saw you padding out on the lake this after noon l sighted you from the casino half a dozen times with my gun, but l was afraid to risk It." He seemed to be shaken with inner mirth. If I'd missed, I wasn't sure you'd be scared to death!"
 For a novel diversion | heartily rec ommend a meeting with the assassin who has, only few days or hours be. fore, tried to murder you. I know of nothing in the way of social adventure that is quite equal to 1t.
 Morgan, hope you understand that l am not responsible for any in- jury my grandfather may have infiict- ed on you. hadn't seen him for sev. eral years before he died. was never at Glenarm before in my life, so it's a little rough for you to visit your dis pleasure on me"
 He smiled tolerantly as I spoke. knew-and he knew that l did-that no Ill feeling against my grandfather lay back of his interest in my affairs.
 You're not quite the man your grandfather was. MT. Glenarm. You'll excuse my bluntness, but l take 1t that you're frank man yourself He was very keen person, and, I'm afraid, "-he chuckled with evident satisfaction to himself,-"rm really afraid, MT. Glenarm. that you're not!"
 There you have 1t, Morgan! fully agree with you! I'm as dull as an oyster; tsat's the reason I've called on you for enlightenment. Consider that I'm here under a flag of truce, and let's see if we can't come to an agree ment."
 Its too late, Mir. Glenarm; too late. There was time when we might have done some business; but that's past now. You seem like pretty decent fellow, too. and I'm sorry I didn't see you sooner; but better luck next time"
 Well" I said. seeing that should only make myself ridiculous by trying to learn anything from him. T hope our little spats through windows and on walls won't interfere with our pleasant social relations. And I don't hesitate to tell you,"-I was exerting myself to keep down my anger.-"that if I catch you on my ground again I'll ill you with lead and sink you in the lake"
 Thank you, sir" he said, with 50 perfect an imitation of Bates voice and manner that smiled in spite of myself.
 And now. if you'll promise not to lire into my back I'll wish you good Jay. Otherwise"
 He snatched of his hat and bowed profoundly. '1t1l suit me much better .o continue handling the case on your ,wn grounds" he said, as though he | to business matter. XIII. ng a man on your own property re- luires some explaining-you may have ,oticed it?"
 Yes; I commit most of my murders way from home," I said. T formed | he habit early in life. Good day, Nor ,an."
 As I turned away he closed his door vith a slam.-a delicate way of assur. ng me that he was acting in good aith, and not preparing to puncture ny back with a rife ball. I regained he lake shore, feeling no great dis over the lean results of ! ny interview. but rather a fresh zest or the game, whatever the game night be.
 The sun was going his ruddy way eyond St. Agatha's as I drove my anoe into a little cove near which he girl in the tam-o-shanter had dis ppeared the day before. The shore Tas high here and at the crest was a ,ng curved bench of stone, boldly of Alma Tadema, and as learly the creation of John Marshall lenarm as though his name had been arved upon 1t.
 It was assuredly q spot for . pipe nd mood. and as the shadows crept trough the wood before me and the 'ater. stirred by the rising wind, be- an to beat below. invoked the one