The Delta independent., 1907-07-19
CHAPTER xIlI.-continued.
Copyright 1875 BY BobDs-,l.rrilI Co.

with club. 1t 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 fellow like Morgan
isn't likely to shoot himself accident
ally, and now that it's done the work s
stopped and the time is running on.
What do you think Glenarm sus.
pects?"
II can't tell, sir, but mighty little.
should say. The shot through the
window the first Iight 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
jsn'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, l fancy?"
Lord, no. | hardly suspect the
young gentleman of being praying
man."
You haven't seen him prowling
about the house ana!yzine the archi-
lecture"
Not a bit of it. 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 a way that | re-
membered of old. 1t marked a con-
clusion, and preluded 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 1t is
short enough. Mr.. Glenarm was a
rich man. To my own knowledge he
had a couple of millions, and he
couldn't have spent it all on that
house. He reduced his bank account
to few thousand dollars and swept
out his safety deposit boxes with a
DTOOm uSlolC UP W Nea-
mont. He didn't die with the stuff 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 crank and l suppose he
got lot of satisfaction out of burying
p,f fhic hnnf NJ
funny. supposed of course we'd dig
it up before Glenarm got here or l
shouldn't have been in such hurry
to send for him. But it's over there
somewhere in the grounds. There
must be 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
the money or securities, or whatever
it is. I've got to 90 back to my car
now, and you'd better skip home. You
needt tell your young master that
I've been here"
l 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. l had come out
for my walk with only an inverness
over my dinner Jacket, and l was
thoroughly chilled by the cold mist
pn1d
as reflected upon the greed and per
1idy of man.
Keep an eye on Morgan said
Pickering.
Certainly, sir"
"And be careful what you write OF
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 IL you'd come to st
Agatha's and not see him."
Il haven't the slightest errand will
him. And besides j haven't time l
he learns that I've been here you ma!
say that my business was with Siste
Theresa and that l regretted yer,
much not having the opportunity t,
call on him."
The irony of this was not lost OF
Bates, who chuckled softly. He cam
out into the open and turned away tc
ward the Glenarm gate. Pickerin
passed me, so near that might hav
put out my hand and touched him, an
in a moment ! heard the carriag
drive of rapidly toward the village
heard Bates running home owe
the snow and listened to the clatter c
the village hack as it bore Pickerin
back to Annandale.
Then out of the depths of the chaps
porch-out OF the depths Of time an