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"I said I would give anything I possessed if those diamonds could be reclaimed and I'm ready to live up to my promise." "Pooh, pooh!" laughed Corrigan. "I've no wish for payment, man. To win out in this game is payment enough for me. Besides, the police are not allowed to accept money, you know. An officer of the law gets his satisfaction in clearing up a crime and locating the loot.
"You mean he is not to return at all never?" asked the woman in an awe-stricken voice. Corrigan nodded. Weakly the woman dropped into a chair, a sudden light of pained understanding breaking over her face. "You mean Mr. Carlton " "That was not his real name," interrupted the officer. "He went under several names. Stuart is the one the police know him by. He was a professional diamond thief."
Corrigan stood framed in the opening. She could see his face only dimly. "There's no occasion for alarm, Miss Benham," he said, and she felt that he could see her better than she could see him, and thus must have discerned something of her emotion. "I must apologize for this noisy demonstration. I believe I'm a little excited, though. Has Trevison passed here within the last hour or so?"
Carson turned, making a grimace while his back was yet toward Corrigan, but grinning broadly when he faced around. "Didn't he now? I wasn't noticin'. But, begorra, how c'ud he be surprised, whin the whole domned country was rocked out av its bed be the blast! Wud ye be expictin' him to fall over in a faint on beholdin' the wreck?"
I'm beginnin' to feel a little excited meself. Now what do ye suppose that gang av min wid Winchesters was doin', comin' from thot direction this mornin'?" He pointed toward the trail that Trevison was riding. "An' that big stiff, Corrigan, wid thim!" Trevison got the answer to this query the minute he reached the Diamond K ranchhouse.
After dinner Burney walked thirty yards down the river bank away from the maddening smell of the others' pipes. He sat down upon a stone. He was thinking he would set out for the Bronx. At least he could earn tobacco there. What if the books did say he owed Corrigan? Any man's work was worth his keep.
And shortly afterwards the locomotive glided silently away into the darkness toward that town in which a judge of the United States Court had, a few hours before, received orders which had caused him to remark, bitterly: "So does the past shape the future." Banker Braman went to bed on the cot in the back room shortly after Corrigan departed from Manti.
"Oh, I ought to," moaned the woman. "But I was afraid you'd tell Corrigan somebody and and they'd get into trouble with the law!" "I won't tell but I'll stop it if there's time! For your sake. Trevison is the one to blame." She inquired about the location of the butte; the shortest trail, and then ran out to her horse.
"But the court officers seized the defendant's deed, also," objected Judge Graney. Judge Lindman questioned a deputy who sat in the rear of the room. The latter replied that he had seen no deed. Yes, he admitted, in reply to a question of Judge Graney's, it might have been possible that Corrigan had been alone in the office for a time. Graney looked inquiringly at Corrigan.
Winslow Harvey, if I remember rightly. He died soon after?" "Yes do you know her?" "Slightly." Corrigan laughed. "I knew her father. Well, well. So Trevison worshiped there, did he? Was he badly hurt do you know?" "I do not know." "Well," said Corrigan, getting up, and speaking lightly, as though dismissing the subject from his mind; "I presume he was and still is, for that matter.
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