The Waterbury Democrat., 1939-07-20
. SERIAL STORY
 GHOST DEToUR

i 'eYep. But I got to go for . spell. IT might come back later, if you need me"
 "well, you done all right here. I'll have to put on another man now, but could write you if you want me to, when there's another open. Where you from ? Your ad- dress? You never did give me Q place, when you come hereT
 "Reckon I'll be around Tucson" " Sawyer suggested. Home country for me, there. Never been out of Arizona, matter of fact"
 MT. Sawyer had to walk in to Kingman that night, 50 Impatient was he. The old newspaper had dis turbed him.
 Next day at Kingman he bought papers from Phoenix, Albuquerque and Los Angeles. One of them was Sunday paper again, later than the first he had read. And by George if 1t didn't have some more news that excited himi One picture this time, of a lot of college students in New York city, and a short arti- cle underneath.
 MT. Sawyer promptly rented a car in Kingman and drove out on Highway 66. He was considerably worried and he wasn't sure what to do. Riding along, 1t occurred to him that he had best begin with being extremely careful. True, six months changes a man. makes officers of the law become negligent about an old manhunt; but then a man who had robbed e payroll and killed man would have to be cautious all his life.
 He pulled up after an hour or 50 at a small roadside stand in the joshua forest country. Back of the stand was large signboard saying:
 Turn here to
 GOLDCREST
 ARIZONA's PICTURESQUE
 GHOST TOWN
 He read that and the smaller let tering under 1t, and pulled up to say good morning to the old man who was in charge of the stand.
 "Got any cold drinks?" he asked.
 "soft drinks. Coin in to Gold crest2"
 "Plain lemon. No, can't spare the time. Whats going on up there2" MT. Saver eyed the old timer shrewdly.
 "Why plenty, friendl Four young people've opened 1t up for showing. Cost you dollar, and wuth 1t. This Is a genu-wine-"
 T know about 1t. I've seen 1t, years ago. They opened up every thing, eh2 The old hotel, stores jail, bank and everything, no doubt2"
 Nope, not yit. They ain't opened the jail yit. It has to be repaired some to be safe. Likewise the mine shaft itself"
 "Opened the business houses9 All of 'em2"
 Couldn't open the bank vault, heard 'em say. Locked. Rusted. Two, three old cellars, too. Mostly dirt"
 "Um," said MT. Sawyer. Inter esting place. Hope they make money out of it."
 Then kids Is smart, mister, lem- me tell you. They'll do we'll"
 "Kids, eh? They live up there? All the time?"
 "Yep. Mrs. Maude Hogan, she cooks for 'em, sees to 'em. They stick to business. It's a lot of tour ists comes in. Hundred-odd at oncet due here day after tomorrow. Here comes a car in now, too"
 MT. Sawyer paid the old fellow, but loitered Q half an hour longer chfhning. Then he got in his car and drove on. Down the road two miles he halted and waited an hour. Then he turned back, driving fast. He didn't think the roadside vendor would recognize his car if he just sped on, by returning to Kingman. MT. Sawyer had done @ deal of thinking. He had evolved a definite plan and he regretted having to wait two days to put 1t into opera ton.
 When he got back to Kingman he turned in his rented car, took a quiet hotel room, then went to a barber shop.