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Polly began to cry again, and Terry chuckled slightly. "As a good many other young men have said under similar circumstances. But where he did go, was to the hotel; and there, it appears, he drank two glasses of brandy and swore at the stable boy. Is that all, Miss Mathers?" "Yes; it's the last time I ever saw him and he thinks I'm engaged to Jim Mattison."
There was nothing more for me to do, and with a heavy heart I mounted again to return to the plantation. Scarcely had I left the stable yard when I heard hoofs pounding along behind me in the darkness, and Jim Mattison galloped up with two of his men. "If you are going to Four-Pools we will ride with you," he said, falling into pace beside me while the officers dropped behind.
Mattison stepped lightly across the hall and, bending down, listened at the keyhole. He returned with an excited gesture. "Don't you hear it?" he asked. "No," said Mallory. "I don't hear anything." "Are you deaf, man?" "No, but I think I know when to hear." It occurred to Harvey that Jim had done his work well. But then, Jim's orders, however brief, were always understood.
To make matters worse Polly Mathers was treating him with marked indifference, and openly bestowing her smiles upon Mattison; what the trouble was I could only conjecture, but I feared that she too had been hearing rumors. The ha'nt stories had been repeated and exaggerated until they contained no semblance of truth.
"We shall do our best to provide some," said Terry, coolly. "And perhaps you can tell," added Mattison with the triumphant air of clinching the matter, "what has become of the five thousand dollars in bonds? You can never make me believe that any nigger " "Oh, they're back in the safe at Four-Pools. I found 'em this morning in the spring-hole where the man had thrown them away.
Then for a long time they ran and doubled, fugitives from half a dozen detectives and a few lumbering policemen. At last Mattison turned up a dark alley in the residence district. Coming to a board fence, he threw the books over, then climbed after. Harvey followed, and found himself on a tennis court.
"That," mused Jim as he drove to the Northern Station, "is what comes of having a daughter like Miss Katherine Porter." Jim looked up from a desk that was piled high with letters and memoranda. "West, what do think of that?" he said, handing a type-written sheet across to the other desk. It was an order addressed to Mattison, reinstating J. Donohue in the passenger service of the M. & T.
Harvey motioned the others to be silent, and tiptoed across the floor. He listened as Mattison had done, then passed on to the President's door. Cautiously he drew a bunch of keys from his pocket, and feeling for the right one he slipped it into the lock, threw open the door, and darted into the office.
Mattison gripped Harvey's arm, and drew him back into the alley. They crouched behind a pile of boxes. "It's like stealing apples," whispered Harvey. "When the old man gets after you with a stick." "Ssh!" The footsteps sounded loud on the stone walk. Then a helmeted figure passed the alley, and went on its way.
The gas burned low, and the window shutters were covered with the rugs from the President's office, to keep the light from the street. The two officials, after a glance about the room, returned to the hall. Harvey tried the door of each office, then returned to Mattison and Mallory.
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