Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-01-28

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 I re.
 membered of old. It marked a con. clusion, and preluded serious mis- takes.
 Now, Bates" he said with a ring of authority and speaking in louder key than he had yet used. fits 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. MT. Glenarm was a rich man. To my own knowledge he had 8 couple of millions, and he couldn't have spent 1t all on that house. He reduced his bank account 10 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 stun in his clothes, did he?"
 Lord bless me, TO, sir! There was little enough cash to bury him, with you out of the country and me alone with him."
 He was crank and supposa he got lot of satisfaction out of burying his money. But this hunt for 1t isn't funny. supposed of course we'd dig 1t up before Glenarm got here or I shouldn't have been in such 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"
 T don't want thanks, I want the money or securities, or whatever 1t 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 I stood there with clenched hands out side the chapel porch, that Arthur Pickerings 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 for my walk with only an inverness over my dinner jacket, and l was thoroughly chilled by the cold mist. I was experiencing, too, an inner cold as I reflected upon the greed and per f1dy of man.
 Keep an eye on Morgan" said Pickering.
 Certainly, sir"
 And be careful what you write or wire"
 'I'll mind those points, sir. But I'd suggest, if you please, sir"
 "Well?" demanded Pickering impa- iently.
 That you should call at the house. It would look rather strange to the young gentleman if you'd come to St. Agatha's and not see him."
 T haven't the slightest errand with him. And besides haven't time. If he learns that I've been here you may say that my business was with Sister Theresa and that 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 of rapidly toward the village.
 heard .Bates running home over the snow and listened to the chatter 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 I stood some one came swiftly toward me, some one light of foot like a woman, ran down the walk a little way into the fog and paused.
 An exclamation broke from me.
 "Eavesdropping for two!"-it was the voice of Olivia. 'T'd take pretty