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Updated: June 28, 2025
When Jawn came into the Superintendent's office at two o'clock he found a group of men standing in nervous attitudes, all evidently awaiting orders. A boy stopped him and asked his business. "I want to see Mr. Mattison," said Jawn, removing his pipe and holding it awkwardly: Jawn, though at home on an engine, was ill at ease in an office. "Can't see him," snapped the boy; "he's busy."
You're getting white around the lips now. Bum heart. You won't last long!" Between rounds little Musq'oosis, watching all that Mattison did, did likewise for his principal. Finally the spectators began to grow impatient with too much footwork. They required a little blood to keep up their zest. Sam was blamed. "Collide! Collide!" they yelled. "Is this a marathon or hare and hounds?
What had happened there I did not like to consider; they both had uncontrolled tempers, and in the past there had been wrongs on both sides. Probably Jeff's blow had been harder than he meant. In the evening when Mattison and I brought the news of the murder, Rad must have known instantly who was the real culprit.
"I suppose," said Mattison as he climbed a fence with tantalizing deliberation we were going by way of the fields as that was shorter "I suppose that you are trying to prove that Radnor Gaylord had nothing to do with this murder?" "That will be easy enough," Terry threw back over his shoulder. "I dropped him long ago. The one I'm after now is the real murderer." Mattison scowled slightly.
He turned and ran up the stairs, dashing into Jim's office and spreading the paper on the table. "It's up to us," he said. "They've been at work all the afternoon." As he spoke a boy came running into the office. "Message from Byron, sir." Mattison snatched the paper and read aloud, C. & S.C. train leaving Tillman north seizing road. "That's the Tillman agent," said Mattison.
Beside the two traders, there were two of the latest arrivals from the outside, a policeman off duty, and young Mattison, of the surveying party, who had ridden in on a message from Graves, and was taking his time about starting back. Up north it is unfashionable to be in a hurry. Of them all only Stiffy, in his little compartment at the back, was busy. He was totting up his beloved figures.
"What's the dope?" asked Sam curiously. "Stiffy and Mawoolie's York boat come to-day," said Musq'oosis conversationally. "Bring summer outfit. Plenty all kind goods. Bring newspapers three weeks old." "I heard all that," said Sam. "Mattison brought word around the bay." "There's measles in the Indians out Tepiskow Lake." Sam glanced sidewise at his passenger. "Is this what you wanted to tell me?"
Mattison and the detective followed, stumbling over chairs, and colliding with the door to the inner office, which had closed after Harvey. In the dim light they could see two figures struggling in the passage by the vault. While Mattison sprang forward, Mallory quickly lighted the gas. The light showed that Harvey had crowded the fellow up against the vault door.
Seems sort of a let-down." Terry eyed him with an air of grim humor, then he leaned across the table and spoke with a ring of conviction that carried his message home. "You are mistaken, Mattison, the murderer of Colonel Gaylord was not a chance nigger. There was no chance about it. Colonel Gaylord killed himself. He committed suicide as truly as if he had blown out his brains with a gun.
Mattison returned and pointed out the mark which he had produced at the inquest, but his assurance, I noticed, was somewhat shaken. "That," said Terry half contemptuously, "is the mark of Colonel Gaylord. You must remember that he was struggling with his assailant. He did not plant his foot squarely every time. Sometimes we have only the heel mark: sometimes only the toe.
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