The Skyland post. [volume] (West Jefferson, N.C.) 193?-1988, 1940-01-11

time that he had asked the man.
ager to keep him in touch with
matters there"
He paused and cleared his
throat nervously. 'It will be very
unfortunate if this Hollister does
anything to inerfere with the
sale"
81 never liked Lee HOLSTER"
said Mrs. Archer positively. II
never could understand Mat
thew's action in bringing a child
like that-no better than a found
ling-right into his own home.
But there's only one thing to do
now, and that is to get out there
and bring Virginia back if can"
Mr.. Archer nodded a relieved
assent, secretly envying power
of decision that he had never
possessed. His wife went over to
her desk and drew a telephone
from it's decorative hiding place.
Il think" she said thoughtful
ly, that I'd better telephone
Stanley about our plans. He has
been really disconsolate since
Virginia left"
Stanley Bradish, since the ev-
ening when Virginia had left him
flat, had been in a bad humor
and distinctly sulky.
Mrs. Archer's telephone call
found him at home. and in a state
of bored restlessness. He listened
warily, but presently with a
livelier interest. Why not? Every
thing was fearfully stale here.
lawfully good of you to ask
me, Mrs. Archer. Are you sure
Virginia won't think I'm nui-
sance trailing along? That's
fine; I'll take the same train if
you don't mind Count on
me-"
He hung up the receiver with
a knowing smile. He went down.
stairs better pleased with life
than he had been for some days,
to be informed that his father
was closeted with a caller, Stan
ley strolled outside.
Voices came to him. He caught
the word Blair. He moved near
er to the window through which
those subdued sounds drifted. He
waited, listening.
Milton Bradish always knew
what he wanted and went after
it with about as much regard for
obstacles as an army tank. It was
his capacity for ruthlessness
which had brought Bradish
where he was. incidentally it had
brought Gideon Morse, the law
yer, where he was at this mo-
ment, travelling twenty-five hun
dred miles for few brief COM
ments which might not prove al
together discreet on paper.
"The only obstacle" he said in
his curiously mild voice, "is this
man HOLSTER"
Get rid of him"
'Not so easy" said Morse mild
ly. "And dangerous"
"I'm not suggesting homicide"
retorted his chief brusquely.
There are more ways of getting
rid of a man than knocking him
over the head. How about bring
ing him in?"
wouldn't come" said Morse
laconically. Hes like a hound
pup with his nose to a trail. Pro-
baby thinks he has a mission to
reclaim the Circle V. You see, he
and Matt were pretty close. You
might say that he was brought
up on the Circle V. Matt picked
him up years ago in some dingy
hole and brought him home be-
cause he was likely youngster
and hadn't any folks of his own.
You know Matt always had a lot
OF pensioners around. Anybody
could 60 to him with a hard luck
story and get a grubstake or a
job"
Milton Bradish could remem-
Der a man whom Matt Blair had
shared his own grubstake many
years before. There are some
things of which it is not pleasant
to be reminded.
About this young HOLSTER.
How is it that he turns up now"
He's been away. He and the
girl are together a great deal.
Rides-scenery- moonlight - ro-
mantle stuff. Good looking chap.
too. And no fool"
The man who meant to have
the Circle V pushed back his
chair.
Break it up" he said shortly.
Get something on him. There
can always be the other woman"
Principal and agent looked at
each other steadily. Morse nod
ded.