Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1907-06-13
CHAPTER xIII.-continued.


there"
"But I 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?"
81 can't tell, sir, but mighty little,
I should say. The shot through the
window the first night he was here
seemed to shake him a trifle, but he's
quite settled down now, l 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 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! l hardly suspect the
youns gentleman Of being praying
man"
You haven't seen him prowling
about the house Analysing the archi-
lecture"
Not bit of it, sir! He hasn't,
Should say, what his revered grand
father called the analytical mind"
Pickering stamped his feet upon the
saved porch floor in a way that l re-
Uembered of old. 1t marked a con-
3lusion, and preluded serious mis-
takes.
Now. Bates" he said with a ring
Of authority and speaking in louder
key than he had yet used, tits your
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
rich man. To my own knowledge he
couldn't have spent it all on that
house. He reduced his bank account
TO a few thousand dollars and swept
out his safety deposit boxes with a
broom before his last trip to Yer
mont He didn't die with the stuff in
ais clothes, did he?"
Lord bless me, no. sir! There was
= title enough cash to bury him, with
you out of the country and me alone
with him."
HE was a crank and l suppose he
got 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 l
shouldn't have been in such a hurry
to send for him. But 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
Il don't want thanks, want
he 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
clubs in New York. / had come out
or my walk with only an inverness
Iver my dinner Jacket, and l was
thoroughly chilled by the cold mist
| was experiencing, too, an inner cold
as 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"
I'm mind those points, sir. But I'd
suggest, if you please, sir"
'Well?" demanded Pickering impa-
Hently.
That you should call at the house.
1t 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
aim. And besides j 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 l might have
put out my hand and touched him, and
in a moment | heard the carriage
drive off rapidly toward the village.
heard Bates running home over
the snow and listened to the clatter of
the village hack as it bore Pickering
back to Annandale.
Then out of the depths of the chapel
porch-out of the depths of time and
space, it seemed, so dazed ! stood
rome one came swiftly tow ard me,
some. one light of foot like a woman,
ran down the walk litle way into
the fog and paused.
An exclamation broke from me.
housekeeping for two"--it was
the voice of Olivia I'D take pretty
good care of myself if | were you,
Squire Glenarm! Good night"
'Good-by!" faltered, as she sped
away in the mist toward st. Agatha's