The Rich Hill tribune. (Rich Hill, Mo.) 1903-1911, 1907-05-02
cHAPTER vIn-contInued.

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The man ! was looking for came to
the door quickly in response to my
knock.
Morgan" I began.
Won't you come in and rest your
self, Mr.. Glenarm2" he interrupted.
Il reckon you're tired from your trip
over
Thank you, no" I snapped.
Suit yourself. Mr.. Glenarm." He
seemed to like my name and gave it
a ~disagreeable drawing emphasis.
Morgan. you are an internal black.
guard You have tried twice to kin
me-"
Wen call it that, II you like.-and
he grinned. But you'd better cut
on one for this"
He lifted the gray fedora hat from
his head. and poked his finger through
a 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 an
out OF practice. Why. sir, when / saw
you padding out on the lake this after
noon / 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. III
I'd missed, / wasn't sure you'd be
scared to DEATH"
For a novel diversion I heartily rec.
ommend a meeting with the assassin
who has, only a few days OF hours be
fore, tried 10 murder you. / know of
nothing in the way OF social adventure
that is quite equal to It.
Morgan, / hope you understand
that am not responsible for any in
jury my grandfather may have inhict-
ed on you I hadn't e e 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 tolerantIy as 1 smoke.
knew-and be knew that did-that
40 m feeling against my grandfather
lay back Of his interest In my affairs.
You're not quite the man your
grandfather was. Mr.. Glenarr8 You'll
excuse my bluntness. but take Ii
that you're a frank man yourself. He
was a very keen person. and. I'm
afraid, he chuckled with evident
satisfaction 20 himself.-Tm really
2fraid. Mr.. Glenarm. that you're not,-
There you have it. Morgani fully
agree with you! I'm as dull as an
oyster; that's the reason I've called
pm you for enlightenment. Consider
that I'm here under 3 flag OF truce. and
let's sec II we can't come TO an agree
meRt.r
ITS too late. Mr.. Glenarm; too late.
There was a time when we might have
done some business. but that's past
now. You seem Ike a pretty deeeat
fellow, too, and I'm sorry / didn't see
sou sooner; but better luck next time.
Wei. ! said. seeing that I should
only make myself ridiculous by trying
70 learn anything from him. Il hope
our little spats through windows and
IN walls won't interfere with our
pleasant social relations. And I don't
hesitate TO tell you. ~ was exerting
myself TO keep down my anger-"that
I catch you on my ground again I'm
81 YOU with lead and sink you in the
AXE"
Thank you. sir" he said. with 80
perfect an imitation Of Bates voice
md manner that / smiled ia spite q
myself.
And now, If you'll promise not 10
ire into my back IN wish you good
lay. Otherwise"
He snatohed on his hat and bowed
profoundly. "Itll suit me much better
o continue handling the case on your
pwa grounds, he said. as though be
-eferred 10 a business matter. XIII
ug a Ia on your own property re.
luires some eKplainins-you may have
Noticed itg"
Yes; commit most OF my murders
away from home" / said. Il formed
ne habit early In life. Good day. sIor
gan"
AS turned away he closed his door
eith a slam ga delicate way Of assur
ng me that he was acting In good
talth and not preparing to puncture
my back with q rife ball. / regained
he lake shore, feeling no great dis
so~urageshent over the lean results OF
my intergieS. but rather a fresh zest
Tor the game, whatever the game
might be.
The sun was going his rudy way
ST. Agatha's as / drove my
canoe into a little cove near which
.he girl in the tamgo shanter had dis
appeared the day before The shore
high here and at the crest was a
ong curved bench OF stone. boldly
'eminiscontial OF Alma Tadema, and as
the creation 4 John Marshall
ilenarm ~ though lis name had been
arged upon Il.
II was %assunediY o spot for a pipe
nd a mood, and as the shadows crept
lroueh the wood before me and the
stirred BY the rising wind, be- 1