Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1907-03-22
Glenarm cane.

Win a cluO. III was MS lnd.3cfeuOn.
sir. He wanted to 90 through the H.
brary in broad daylight, and it 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 works
stopped and the time is running on.
What do you think Glenarm sus.
peets?"
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 a trife, but he's
quite settled down now, 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, mol ] hardly suspect the
young gentleman )f being a praying
man."
you haven't seen him prowling
about the house Analysing the archi.
lecture"
Not a bit Of II, sir, He hasn't, I
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 II marked a con.
clusion, and preluded serious mis-
/ takes.
Now. Bates" he said with ring
of authority and speaking in 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.. 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 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, 70, 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 LOT of satisfaction out Of buryinl
bis money. But this hunt for it ISM
funny. : supposed Of course we d de-
It up before G,enarm got here or
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 tha
would help. I'll give you a Thousand
dollars the day you wire me you have
found any sort Of clue"
Thank you, sir"
T don't want thanks, | want
the money or securities, or whatever
it is. I've got to 90 back to my cal
now, and you'd better skip home. Yor
need't tell your young master thai
I've been here"
| was trying hard 10 remember, as
I stood there with clenched hands out
side the chapel porch, that Arthur
chickering's name was written In The
list of directors Of one Of the larses
trust companies in America and tina
| he belonged to the most exclusive
: clubs in New York. ! had come ou
for my walk with only an inverness
over my dinner Jacket, and | wa'
thoroughly chilled by the cold mist
, ! was experiencing, too, an inner colo
, as | reflected upon the greed and per
: fidy Of man.
Keep an eye on Morgan" saiC
Pickering.
! Certainly, sir"
: And be careful what you write o.
wire"
| I'll mind those points, sir. But II
{ suggest, II YOU please. sir"
. "Well?" demanded Pickering impa
| tiently.
THAT you should call at the house
b II would look rather strange to tn
a young gentleman If you'd come to 81
n Agatha's and not see him"
v Il haven't the slightest errand wit
e him. And besides j haven't time. !
I he learns that I've been here you ma
;. say that my business was with Siste
Theresa and that | regretted YER
much not having The opportunity :
g call on him"
The irony Of this was not lost o.
Y Bates. wh.o chuckled softly. He cam
d out into the open and turned away u
/" ward the Glenarm gate. Pickerin
v passed me, so near that | might hay
put out my hand and touched him, an
y in q moment heard the carriag
drive of rapidly toward the village
| heard Bates running home owe
"a the snow and listened TO the clatter Q
A the village hack as 1t bore Pickerin
II back to Annandale.