The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1907-04-25
copyright iOO5 bs sObSs-asrril GO.
CHAPTER VuI.-continued.

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Morgan" | began.
Won't you come ia and rest your
self, Mr.. Glenarm?' he interrupted.
Il reckon you're tired from your trip
over"
Thank you, no" [ snapped.
Suit yourself. Mr.. Glenarm." He
seemed to like my name and gave il
a disagreeable drawing emphasis.
Morgan, you are an Internal black
guard. You have tried twice to kill
me"
Wen call it that Il you like, and
he grlnned But you'd better cut
of one for this"
He lifted the gray fedora hat from
his head. and poised his finger through
hole in the top.
You're a pretty fair shot Mr.. Glen
arm. The fact about me is,"-and he
winked,-"the honest truth is, I'm all
out of practice. Why. sir. when saw
you padding out on the lake this after
noon | sighted you from the casino
half dozen times with my gun. but
! was afraid to risk It." He seemed
to be shaken with inner mirth. IF
Id 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 il.
Morgan, I hope you understand
that | am not responsible for any in
jury my grandfather may have inAict-
ed on you. 1 hadn'S seen him for sew
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 [ did-that
no M. feeling against my grandfather
lay back of his interest in my affairs.
You're not quite the man your
grandfather was. MIR Glenarm. YOu'll
excuse my bluntness but l take it
that you're a frank man yourself He
was very keen person, and. I'm
afraid, he chuclCled with evident
satisfaction to himself,-"Im really
afraid, Mr.. Glenarm. that you're not"
There you have It. Morgan, | fully
agree with you! I'm as dull as an
oyster; that's the reason I've called
on you for enlightenment. Consider
that I'm here under flag of truce, and
let's see If we can't come to an agree
ment."
ITS too late Mr 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 / didn't see
you sooner; but better luck next time"
Well" I said seeing that should
only make myself ridiculous by trying
10 learn anything ircn him, Il hope
our little spats through windows and
on walls won't interfere with our
pleasant social relations And | don't
hesitate to tell YOU was exerting
myself to keep down my anger.-''that
If | catch you on my ground again I'll
fiji you with lead and sink you in the
lake"
Thank you, sir he said. with so
perfect an imitation of Bates voice
and manner that smiled in spite of
myself.
And now. II you'll promise not to
fire into my back I'll wish you good
day. Otherwise"
He snatched OF his hat and bowed
profoundly. "It'li suit me much better
to continue handling the case on your
own grounds" he said. as Though he
referred to a business matter. Kill
ng a man on your own property re-
luires some explaining-you may have
noticed it?"
Yes; | commit most Of my murders
away from home" I said Il formed
he habit early in life. Good day, Nor
gan
As turned away he closed his door
With a slam,-a delicate way OF assur-
ng me that ne was acting In good
aith. and not preparing 10 puncture
ny back with a rife bail | regained
he lake shore. feeling no great dis
enlargement over the lean results of
ny interview. but rather fresh zest
or the game whatever the game
night be.
The sun was going his rudy way
)eycnd 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
onG curved bench Of stone. boldly
eminiscential OF Alma Tadema. and as
dearly the creation OF John Marshall
ilenarm as though his name had been
arNed upon il.
II was assuredly a spot for a pipe
md a mood. and as the shadows crept
through the wood before me and the
water. stirred by the rising wind. be-
;an TO beat below. I invoked the one
md yielded ia the other Something
the withered grass at my feet
aught my eye bent and picked up
string Of gold beads, dropped there,