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Before you go I want to say to you that I know the story of your discharge from the railroad. I know how you profited by your knowledge of the company's affairs know other things not public regarding you. Since I do know these things, for you to dare to come to me in this way seems to me the worst of effrontery." Still Eddring stood uncomprehending, stunned.
Eddring buried his face in his hands and inwardly thanked Providence that he himself had not been present at such a scene. Blount resumed presently. "Peters didn't die right away," said he. "He lay there with his head propped on a coat rolled up for a piller, and he talked to us all like we was at home in the parlor. 'Keep on with it, boys, said he. 'Do this thorough.
He put his horse over the rail fence and pulled up at her side. "You ride well," said Miss Lady, critically. "I didn't know that. Why didn't you tell me?" "There have been a good many things about me that you didn't know," said Eddring, "and there's a heap of things I haven't told you."
At this the other man shut his mouth hard and his face grew suddenly serious. "Now, I say I had suspicions," resumed Eddring. "That list of claims was never written out by that traveling man, Thompson. It might have been done by Henry Decherd, might it not?" "What makes you think so?" "Nothing, except that I believe those papers were in Henry Decherd's valise. In fact, I know it.
Got it in his pocketbook. It's twelve thousand to his wife, anyhow, I reckon. Davenport, Iowa; that's his home." Eddring felt it his duty to examine more thoroughly the effects of this victim. The hand-bag held absolutely no items of personal equipment.
In response to repeated summons there appeared at the door the gaunt figure of Colonel Calvin Blount himself, shirt-sleeved, unshaven, pale, his left arm tightly bandaged to his side, his hawk-like eye alone showing the wonted fire of his disposition. Each man threw an arm over the other's shoulder after their hands had met in silent grasp. "I am not too late," said Eddring. "Thank God!"
Of course, when there's any need for a real sheriff, we white people allow that we'll have to use the old one Jim Peters." "Well, these things aren't always just exactly the best kind of jokes," said Eddring. "You have been having nothing but trouble down there for a long time." "Trouble!" said Blount, "I should say we have.
The wind rustled the dingy curtains at the dingy window, as he flung himself discontentedly into a chair, A bar of sunlight lay across the floor; at the window there came the sound of a song bird from a near- by tree; but these signs and sounds of an outdoor world John Eddring did not note. He felt nothing but the grim imprisonment of these dusty walls. In his soul was revolt, rebellion.
They come up once in a while to get a little milk, when they ain't too durn tired. Their cow why, say, it was a good many years ago your blamed railroad killed that cow. They never did get another one since. And that reminds me, Mr. John Eddring that reminds me " He fumbled in the wallet which he drew from his pocket, and produced an old and well-creased bit of paper.
A few desks, a cabinet letter-file, a typewriter stand or two, a chart, a picture askew upon the wall this might still have been the office of the Y.V. railway. Indeed, there was printed upon the office door the modest sign, "John Eddring, Agent of Claims." Yet this was no longer the office of Eddring, claim agent of the railway. There had been change.
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