The Washington times., 1908-01-26
Magnate and De
tecffUe GfUe
Chase TO Md
night ProzUler,
Who Races to
the Raflroad
YardS.

for Us to have little look about"
BuTleigh dashed the drops from his
damp forehead. Are you good for It
after the run we had, STRIP
I'm good for anything that prom
ises 70 help us"
They dropped into the yard and
looked about. They prisd into un-
locked cars and under locked cars:
searched the trucks and climbed 20 the
tops. They walked quickly along the
strings OF fat cars and down the mar
row aisles between the tracks.
But there was no sign OF the man
and the heart had gone out Of their
search
AT the end OF long, tiTesome half
hour, when the grayness was tighten
ing. they walked 70 the far end OF the
yard, where the switch engines were
working a train OF two into shape
There they questioned the crews. No
stranger OF any sort or description
had been seen about the place.
They gave It UP at last as z hopeless
job, and accompanied by a friendly
oiler, walked back. up the yard once
more. and we're let out into the strets
Of Kenyonvllle again.
For block or two neither man had
much to say. Grafton's tired voice
finally shaped his thoughts into their
last hope.
Wei. Wen so back and t-y our
wiles on the collector, when he arrives
al seven, BuTleigh."
Yes"
What's the time now"
Twenty minutes past six. exactly"
Grafton strobe along in silence for
several minutes then he turned with
sudden ferceness:
BY George! Wen succeed this
time. Burleighi swear that III have
that letter, II It costs me half Of what
it represents Whoever that fellow
may be, III make him rich for life
and he'll accept that fast enough
Everybody Is not so Internally incor-
ruptible as Brady"
AS Brady. Ell" The detective
rubbed his chin thoughtfuuy. 7 say.
Mr. Grafton
"WelI7"
This fellow that we have been chas-
ing, you know
What about him7"
Wen. did you'd you get a De
culisr impression, from what little we
could seer"
Grafton stared in amazsmeut.
Why, Burleigh! IL thought IL
too absolutely absurd for serious con
sideration, but"
But at the same time the man
looked wonderfully ike big jim Brady.
eh?" the detective cried.
Yes. I should never have men
toned IT, believed it too entirely the
product OF my own Imagination, but
somehow the whole bearing Of the man
seemed very familiar 70 mer'
Burleigh shook his head.
Queer! Queer" he said. Lord
How many more queer things are go
ing to happen in this queer businessT'
But this fellow"
MI Grafton, that fellow NAV no
more have been Brady than ne WIS +7e
governor Of the State. For eli the real
Identification we could make. we are
bound 10 assume that he was not. And
IN spite of that, there was something
In the roundness Of that figure. In the
way he moved, too, ana before he went
into politics Brady used 70 be a rail-
road man and he worked n those very
yards we have Just left
Burleigh laughed slightly. and
hummed to himself for a minute ar
two.
Assuming that it might have been
that same Brady" he said, why did
he come backg'
For the letter."
Well we shall have 20 admit the
possibility Of that, or drop the subject
altogether, said the detective RrfnIv.
And having gone thus far, how did
ne know what was in the enveIOpe-or
dlo ne know az sll-and why was he
so anxious TO obtain it2'
Grafton spoke I'D impatientlv.
lie didn't know, Burleigh''
Why do you say thatP"
Because it's overdrawing the
We'll. I'm inclined to beneve that
II Is myself, muttered the detective.
1t would be mighty Convenient ius5
now 70 have some such hypothesis.
out m afraid we can't connect lin
Brady with the lob"
Kenyonville was coming to life now.
Here and there people issued from the
houses, on their way TO work unffl-u1an
hurried in and out OF the dooryards;
the baker boys Travelled from house to
mouse; with their burdens Of bags and
white bundles; the cars were coming
downtown well loaded.
Another day had begun-and what
a dlnerent day for Grafton from the
one before! Then he had been the
Ilehest man ln town now, perhaps, he
was one OF the poorest.
He sighed again. and Burleigb
turned with a word of unconvincing
cheer Grafton recognized its futilitv
with a weary shake OF the head, and
stared at the ground.
Then he stopped short,
A tiny, tinkling chiniI had reached
10Th mems ears at the same moment
Grafton had kicked something a bit
of metal that rang out clearly
Before Burleigh could bend TO SCI,
the millionaire was fairly upon his
knees III the middle OF the sidewalk.
'Burleigh, BurleiFhg he painted
Yes. What Is ik2"
Look Look, mani Can't you seer
4 see a-key," said Burleigh, won
derinSly.
Grafton leaped TO his feet, another
man. His eyes sparkled, his face was
suddenly flushed
You don't know what this key IS.
Burleigh2"
'No, sir. T."
We'll, III tell you. them" cried
Grafton, jubiIant1y. Its the same
pass-key that Brady had, and it'u
open every letterbox in the city,"
(To Be Continued Next Sunday.)