The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1908-02-20
copyright 1906 by Bobbs-Merrill Co.
CHAPTER xlII.-Continued.

.,r He wanted to go through the IL
n ,,rorv in broad daylight, and 1t wasn't
nv use. anyhow. There's nothing
8there."
"Rut I don't like the looks Of this
|M shooting. Morgan's sick and out of
8bis head. But fellow like Morgan
N,sn't likely to shoot himself accident
o,lv and now that it's done the works
FL stonned and the time is running on.
81 what do you think Glenarm sus-
f pects?'
MI 81 can't tell, sir, but mighty little,
%r ehould say. The shot through the
window the first night he was here
IA eeemed to SHAKE him a trife. but he's
| c,ite settled down now, / should say,
|# civ That shot of Morgans was
|W great mistake. The young gentleman
Nj isn't TO be frightened away as easily
M as that
M "Morgan's a fool. But what is Glen
| arm doing? He probably doesn't spend
much time on this side of the fence
M doesn't haunt the chapel, ! fancy?'
81 Lord. no! | hardly suspect the
M Young gentleman Of being a praying
|# man"
| "You haven't seen him prowling
|2# about the house Analysing the archi
|5# lecture
[3 "Not bit of it, sir! He hasn't,
81 should say, what his revered grand
|8 father called the analytical mind"
0s Pickering stamped his feet upon the
| naved porch floor in a way that / re-
|N membered of old. 1t marked con-
|H clusion. and preluded serious mis-
E# takes.
M Nov Bates" he said with a ring
III of authority and speaking in louder
kew than he had yet used. its your
RI; duty under all circumstances to help
M discover the hidden assets of the es-
Mol tate. We've got to pluck the mystery
|@& from that architectural monster over
M there. and the time for doing it is
M 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 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 stuff in
his clothes, did he?"
H Lord bless me, no, sir! There was
"a little enough cash to bury him, with
III you out of the country and me alone
N with him"
M "He was a crank and l suppose he
III got lot of satisfaction out of buryins
M his money. But this hunt for it isn't
funny. ! supposed of course we'd dig
it up before Glenarm got here or
s 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 thai
would help. I'll give you Thousand
dollars the day you wire me you have
found any sort of clue"
Thank you, sir
81 don't want thanks, | wan
the money or securities, or whatever
# it is I've got to 90 back to my ca
now, and you'd better skip home. 4ol
need't tell your young master tina
I've been here"
| was trying hard to remember, "a
stood there with clenched hands out
W side the chapel porch, that Arthu
chickering's name was written in thu
list of directors of one of the larges
trust companies in America and tina
W@ he belonged to the most exclusive
m clubs in New York. / had come on
Tor my walk with only an inverness
over my dinner Jacket, and | wa
thoroughly chilled by the cold mist
| was experiencing, too, an inner colt
as | reflected upon the greed and pei
hdy of man.
Keep an eye on Morgan SAT-
Pickering.
Certainly, SIR
And be careful what you write o
wire"
Ill mind those points, sir. But l.
suggest, if you please, sir
Well?' demanded Pickering impf
tiently.
That you should call at the house
1t would look rather strange to tn
young gentleman if you'd come to S
Asathas and not see him"
haven't the slightest errand wit
nm and besides i haven't time.
ne learns that I've been here you ma
Gay that my business was with Siste
lueresa and that regretted yer
nluch not having the opportunity
call on him"
inc irony of this was not lost o
Dates who chuckled softly. He cam
ou' INTO the open and turned away u
"aru the Glenarm gate Pickerin
passed me, so near that l might hay
pu' out my hand and touched him, an
moment | heard the carriae
N'"e OIL rapidly toward the villag
-, heard Bates running home ovC
..o snow and listened to the clatter
,"e village hack as 1t bore PicKerir
oa ,rs to Annandale.
neh out of the depths of the chap
poacn-out of the depths of time al