The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-08-19
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ho'o nou CNcu LuOueHtdTy gilt OF
telepathic vision he might have seen
a miracle at that moment in the pre-.
liminary stage of its outworking.
The time was half-past nine; the
place a grottolike summer house on
the Mereside lawn. The miracle work.
ers were two: Margery Grierson, radi-
ant in the daintiest of morning house.
gowns, and the man who had taken
her retainer. Miss Grierson was curl
ously examining Photographic print;
the pictured scene was a well-littered
foundry yard with buildings forming
an angle in the near background.
Against the buildings a pile of shaw
ings with kindlings showed quite clear
ly; and, STOPPING to ignite the pile,
was a man who had evidently looked
up at. or just before, the instant of
camera-snapping. There was no mis-
taking the identity of the man. He
had a round, pig-jowl face: his bris-
Ting mustaches stood out stiffly as if in
sudden horror; and his hat was on the
back Of his head
1T amt very good" Broffin apollo
gized- THE sun amt high enough yet
to make clear print. But you said
hurry and reckon it will do"
Miss Grierson nodded. You caught
him in the very act, didn't your" she
said coolly. What did he hope to ac-
complish by setting fire to the works? ?"
1T was frameup to capture public
sympathy. There's been a report cir
culating round that Raymer and Girls.
void was goin' to put some O. the ring
leaders in JAIL if they had to make a
case against EN-. Clancy had it fig
ured out that the fred be charged up
to the owners, themselves"
Miss Grierson was still examining
the picture. you made two of these
prints?" she asked.
Yes; here's the other one-and the
film"
And you have the papers to make
them effective?"
Broffin handed her a large envelope,
unsealed. you'll find EN- in there.
That part of it was cinch Your gov.
ernor ought to fire that man Murray.
He was payin' Clancy in checks!"
Again Miss Grierson nodded.
About the other matter?" she in.
Quired. Have you heard from your
messenger
Broffin produced another envelope.
1t had been through the mails and bore
the Duluth postmark
"Affidavits was the best we could
do there" he said MY man worked
it to 60 with mcfarland as the driver
of the rig. They saw some mighty
fine timber, but it happened to be on
the wrong side of the ST. Louis county
line. He's tolerably careful man,
and ne verified the landmarks.
"Afidavits will do. was the even.
toned rejoinder. Then. These pa.
pers are all in duplicate?'
"Everything in pairs-just as you or.
dered.'
Miss G:ierson took an embroidered
chamois-skin money book from her
bosom and began to open it. Brofin
raised his hand
Not any more, he objected. You
overpaid me that first evening in front
of the Winnebago.'
you needn't hesitate. she urged.
ITS my own money
I've had a.plenty.'-
Then l can only thank you" she
said, rising.
He knew that he was being dis
missed, but the one chance in thou.
sand had yet to be tested.
Just a minute. Miss Grierson," he
begged. 1--WE done YOU right in this
business, haven't ~"
You have"
81 said | didn't want any more
money, and don't But there's one
other thing. Do you know what I'm
here in this little jay town of yours
for?'
Eyes; have known it for q long
time"
Il thought so You knew 1t that day
out at the De Soto, when you was
tellin' Mr.. Raymer little story That
was partly true and partly made up
what?''
Every word of the story about Mr..
Griswold-the story that you over.
heard, you know-was true; every sin
should have dared to embrOider 1t the
least little bit--with you sitting right
there at my back?"
Broffin got up and took half -burned
cigar from the ledge of the summer
house where he had carefully laid it
at the beginning Of the interview.
you've got me down." he confessed,
with a good-natured grin. "The mat
that plays winnin' hand against you
has got to get up before sun in the
Grierson-to say nothin' of being a
mighty good buffer. on the side Then
he switched suddenly. "How's Mr..
Galbraith this mcrning?'
"He Is very low, but he is conscious
again. He has asked us to wire for the
cashier of his bank to come up"
Broffin's eyes narrowed.
The cashier is sick and can't come"
he said.
We'll, someone in authority will
come. suppose"
Once more Broffin was thinking In
terms of speed. johnson, the paying
teller. was next in rank to the cashier.
If he should be the one to come to
Wahaska
IF you haven't anything else for me
to do. l reckon I'll be going" he said.