Rocky Ford enterprise., 1910-10-14
CHAPTER I.
. Go to Pittsburn.

Mcknight IL gradually taxing Over
the criminal end of the business.
never liked It. and since the strange
case Of the man in lower ten. l have
been q bit squeamish. Given q case
like that. where you can build up
network of clews that absolutely In
criminate three entirely different peo-
ple, only one OF whom can be guilty.
and your faith in circumstantial evil
dense dies of overcrowding. ! never
see Q shivering. white-faced wretch IN
the prisoners dock that do not bark
back with shuddering horror to the
. strange events on the Pullman car
1Ontario, between Washington and
Pittsburg. on the night of September
8. last.
Mcknight could tell the story .
great deal better than I. although he
cannot spell three consecutive words
correctly. But. while he has imagi-
nation and humor. he Ii lazy.
IT didn't happen to me. anyhow"
he protested. when I put It up to him.
And nobody cares for secondhand
thrills. Besides. you want the un-
vanished and ungarnished truth. and
I'm no hand for that. I'm a lawyer"
So am l. although there have been
times when my assumption In that
particular has been disputed. ! am
unmarried. and Just old enough to
dance with the grown.up little sisters
OF the girls used to know. l am fond
of outdoors. prefer horses to the afore-
said erown.up little sisters. and with.
out sentiment Gam" crossed out and
was substituted.-Ed) and COM
plctely ruled and frequently routed by
ln fact. OF all the men Of my &C
Quaintance. ] was probably the most
prosaic, the least adventurous. the
one man In . hundred who would be
likely to go without . deviation from
the normal through the orderly pro-
cession OF the seasons. summer suits
to winter fannels. golf to bridge.
So Il was . queer freak Of the de-
mons Of chance to perch on my un-
susceptible 30year-old chest. tie me
up with . crime. ticket me with
love AMIR. and start me on that SEN
,Safional and not always respectable
krney that ended SO surprisingly less
than three weeks later in the Arms
private once. II had been the most
remarkable period Of my life. ! would
neither give II up nor live II again
under any inducement, and yet all
that I lost was some 10 yards OF my
drive!
II vas really McKniEht's turn TO
make the next journey. ! had
tournament at Chevy Chase for Satur-
day. and . short yacht cruise planned
for Sunday. and when . man has been
grinding at statute law for . week. he
needs relaxation. But Mcknight
begged on II was not the nrst time
he had shirked that summer In order
to run down to Richmond. and ! was
surly about It. But this time he had
new excuse.
Z wouldn't be able to look after the
business II did Co." he said. He has
. sort of wide-eyed frankness that
makes one ashamed to doubt him.
I'm always car sick crossing the
mountains It's q fact. Lollie. Sec
saving over the peaks does It. Why.
crossing the Allegheny mountains has
the gulf stream to Bermuda beaten to
Q. erazzle.'
So gave him up finally and went
home to pack. He came later in the
evening with his machine. the Can.
nonball. to take me to the station. and
he brought the forged notes In the
Bronson case.
Guard them with your life." he
warned me. They are more precious
man honor Sew them in your chest
ptector. or wherever people keep
rSyables. never keep any. I'll not
bSAappy until I see Gentleman Andy
doing the lockstep."
He sat down on my clean collars.
found my cigarettes and struck
match on the mahogany bed post with
one movement
where's the Pirate?" he demanded.
Tue Pirate Is my housekeeper. Airs.
Klopton, a very worthy woman. 30
labeled-and libeled-because Of fe-
rocious pair Of eyes and what Nc
Knight called a bucaneering nose.
quietly closed the door into the hall
Keep your voice down. Richey."
said. "She is looking for the evening
paper to see II It is going to rain. She
has my raincoat and an umbrella walt
ing In the hall"
The collars being damaged beyond
repair, he left them and went to the
window. He stood there for some
time. staring at the blackness that
represented the wall cf the house
next door.
-It's raining now" he said over his
shoulder, and closed the window and
the shutters. Something In his voice
made me glance up. but he was watch
ing me. his hands idly in his pockets.
"Who lives next door," he inquired
in a perfunctory tone. after a pause.
was packing my razor.
"Rouse ia empty returned absent.