The Garland globe. [volume] (Garland, Utah) 1906-191?, 1908-02-22
THE HOUSE OF
A THOUSAND
CANDLES
By MEREDITH NICHOLSON
Author Of THE MAIN CHANCE" ZELDA
CAMERON" Etc.
Copyright 1906 BY Bobbs-Merril Co.
CHAPTER xili.-Continued.


yes, and he hit me over the head
with club. 1t was his indiscretion,
sir. He wanted to go through the II.
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-
pects?"
81 can't tell sir, but mighty little,
should say. The shot through the
window the first aight he was here
seemed to SHAKE him a trifle, but he's
quite settled down row, | 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"
"Morgans a 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, no! | hardly suspect the
young gentleman Of being a praying
man"
you haven't seen him proving
about the house Analysing the archi-
lecture"
Not bit of it, 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 way that l re-
membered of old. II marked 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 cts 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 couple of millions, and he
couldn't have spent 1t all on that
house. He reduced his bank account
to 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 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 a crank and | suppose he
got a lot of satisfaction out of buryinG
his money. But this hunt for 1t isn't
funny | supposed of course we'd dig
It up before Glenarm 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 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"
II don't want thanks, | want
the money or securities, or whatever
1t 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"
was trying hard to remember, as
stood there with cenched hands out
side the chapel porch, that Arthur
chickering's name was written in the
list of directors of one of the largest
trust companies in America and thai
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 was
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" sait
Pickering.
Certainly, sir"
And be careful what you write OF
wire"
'Ill mind those points, sir. But Ii
suggest, If you please, sir"
'Well?" demanded Pickering impa
tiently.
THAT you should call at the house
1t would look rather strange to the
young gentleman If you'd come to st
Agathas ana not see MIN.
Il haven't the slightest errand will
him. And besides i haven't time. 1
he learns that I've been here you ma!
say that my business was with SisteI
Theresa and that | regretted very
much not having the opportunity t.
call on him"
The irony of this was not lost OIL
Bates, who chuckled softly. He cam,
out into the open and turned away TO
ward the Glenarm gate. Pickering
passed me- so near that | might hav,
put out my hand and touched him, AM
In a moment | heard the carriag,
drive off rapidly toward the village
I heard Bates running home owe
the snow and listened to the clatter o
the village hack as II bore PicKerinl