The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1907-06-06
CHAPTER xIII.-continued.

CHAPTER xill.-Continued.
"Yes, and he hit me over the head
with a club. II was his indiscretion,
sir. He wanted to go through the H.
brary in broad daylight, and 1t wasn't
any use, anyhow. There's nothing
there"
But | don't like the looks of this
shooting. Morgan's sick and out OF
his head. But a fellow like Morgan
isn't likely TO shoot himself accident
ally. and now that it's done the works
stopped and the time is running on.
What do you think 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 trifle. but he's
quite settled down Eow. | should say.
sir. That shot of Morgan's was a
great mistake The young gentleman
isn't to be frightened away as easily
as that"
''Morgan's a fool. But what is Glen
arm doing? He probably doesn't spend
much time on this side of the fence
doesn't haunt the chapel. fancy?"
Lord. no. | hardly suspect the
young gentleman Of being praying
man"
You haven't seen him Drowling
about the house Analysing the archi-
lecture"
Not a bit of 1t, 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. II marked a con
clusion, and grreluded serious mis-
takes
Now. Bates" he said with a ring
Of authority and speaking in a louder
key than he had yet used, its 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 II is
short enough Mr.. GlenaTm was a
rich man. To my own knowledge no
had a couple of millions. and he
couldn't have spent it all on that
house. He reduced his bank account
20 few thousand dollars and swept
out, his safety deposit boxes with a
byoom before his last tI,T 20 Yer
mont He didn't die with the stun 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 ] supposed Of course we'd dig
It up before Glenarm got here or I
shouldn't have been in such a hurry
TO send for him But it's over there
somewhere in the grounds. There
must be plan of the house that
would help. III give you a thousand
dollars the day you wire me you have
found any sort of clue"
THANK you. sir"
Il don't want thanks, want
the money or securities, or whatever
II is. I've got to go back to my car
now. and you'd better skip home. You
needt tell your young master that
I've been here"
was trying hard to remember. as
l 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 iG 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
idy of man.
Keep an eye on Morgan" said
Pickering.
Certainly. SIR"
And be careful what you write or
wire
"T'il mind those points. sir. But I'd
suggest il you please, sir"
"Well?" demanded Pickering impa-
iiently.
That you should call at the house.
Il would look rather strange to the
young gentleman II you'd come to St
Agatha's and not see him"
Il haven't the slightest errand with
him. And besides / haven't time n
he leans 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
Rates, 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
m a moment l heard the carriage
drive on rapidly toward the village.
heard Bates running home over
The snow and listened TO the clatter OF
the village hack as it bore Pickering
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