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Updated: June 25, 2025
You see, I couldn't be mistaken in the name of the man; it's such an uncommon one." He smiled significantly at Sheila, and an odd expression came into her face, for she remembered that on the night of her coming he had made the same remark. "One day Ned Keegles got sick and took me into his confidence. He wasn't in the West for his health, he said.
Then, while Ned Keegles stood by, stunned by the suddenness of the attack, Langford coolly walked to a telephone and notified the police of the murder. Hanging up the receiver, he raised the hue and cry, and a dozen clerks burst into the office, to find Ned Keegles bending over his father, trying to withdraw the knife. "Langford accused Ned Keegles of the murder.
Dorgan, the country prosecutor, had been defeated for re-election by a man named Carney who was known to be friendly to Singleton. Moreton had also been defeated by "Slim" McCray, who hailed from a little town called Keegles, southeast from Willets. It was rumored after the election that Slim McCray had been friendly to Antrim, though no one advanced any evidence in support of the rumor.
Why, man, I'd have shot myself before I'd have shot Doubler. He's my friend the only real friend I've had in ten years." "Then when you signed the agreement you didn't mean to keep it?" questioned Langford incautiously, disarmed by Dakota's earnestness. "Ten years ago a boy named Ned Keegles went to Dakota.
Dakota smiled with flashing eyes and continued: "Keegles married the woman," he said coldly, "because he thought she was Langford's real daughter." He looked at Sheila with a glance of compassion. "Later, when Keegles discovered that the woman was only Langford's stepdaughter, he was mighty sorry. Not for Langford, however, because he could not consider Langford's feelings.
If it hadn't been for a cowardly parson and the whiskey the marriage would never have occurred Ned Keegles would not have thought of it. But he didn't hurt the woman; she left him pure as she came mentally and physically." Langford slowly rose from his chair, his lips twitching, his face working strangely, his eyes wide and glaring.
He was a fugitive from the law, accused of murdering his father. It wasn't a nice story to hear, but he told it, thinking he was going to die." Dakota smiled enigmatically at Sheila and coldly at the now shrinking man seated in the chair beside the fireplace. "One day Keegles went into his father's office. His father's partner, David Dowd Langford, was there, talking to his father.
But it hasn't all been told. With a besmirched name and the thoughts which were with him all the time, life wasn't exactly a joyful one for Ned Keegles. He was young, you see, and it all preyed on his mind. But after a while it hardened him. He'd hit town with the rest of the boys, and he'd drink whiskey until he'd forget. But he couldn't forget long.
"You!" he said, in a choking, wailing voice; "you you, are Ned Keegles! You you Why " he hesitated and passed a hand uncertainly over his forehead, looking from Sheila to Dakota with glazed eyes. "You you are a liar!" he suddenly screamed, his voice raised to a maniacal pitch. "It isn't so! You both of you have conspired against me!" "Wait!"
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