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He winced as he felt Trevison's burning gaze on him, and could not meet the young man's eyes, boring like metal points into his consciousness. Trevison sprang forward and seized him by the shoulders. "By God you know it isn't the original!"
Trevison thought not, for if the original record were in the safe, and if for any reason the Judge wished to conceal its existence from Corrigan, a hint of the identity of the early-morning visitors especially of one might arouse Corrigan's suspicions. But what if Corrigan knew of the existence of the original record? There was the presence of the guards to indicate that he did.
He knew that Corrigan had seen him, but it pleased the other to pretend that he had not. "This is your work, Corrigan I take it?" said Trevison, bluntly. Corrigan turned slowly. He was a good actor, for he succeeded in getting a fairly convincing counterfeit of surprise into his face as his gaze fell on his enemy. "You have taken it correctly, sir."
"I expect everybody knows he done it, but knowin' an' provin' is two different things." A mile out of town Trevison met Corrigan. The latter halted his horse when he saw Trevison and waited for him to come up. The big man's face wore an ugly, significant grin. "You did a complete job," he said, eyeing the other narrowly. "And there doesn't seem to be any evidence. But look out!
Word had gone through the crowd that it was not a robbery, for there were many there who knew Trevison; they shouted greetings to him, and he answered them, standing back of Corrigan, grim and somber. Foremost in the crowd was Mullarky, who on another day had seen a fight at this same spot.
A great many people here knew of the ancient trouble between them." He passed from that, quickly. "The tale of the robbery of Trevison's office is childlike, for the reason that Trevison had no deed. Judge Lindman is an honored and respected official. And " he added as a last argument " your father is the respected head of a large and important railroad.
They had taken the handkerchiefs off while they ran, and now Trevison laughed with the hearty abandon of a boy whose mischievous prank has succeeded. "That was easy. I thought I heard a noise, though, when you backed against the door and shoved it open." "Nobody usually monkeys around a dynamite shed at night," returned Levins. "Whew!
"I've been ready for the grinding process since the first day." "Enough of this!" Corrigan turned to Gieger with a glance of cold intolerance. "This man is a nuisance," he said to the deputy. "Carry out the mandate of the court and order him away. If he doesn't go, kill him! He is a trespasser, and has no right here!" And he glared at Trevison. "You've got to get out, mister," said the deputy.
A person never forgets the first love." He smiled at her. "Won't you go with me for a short ride?" The ride was taken, but a disturbing question lingered in Rosalind's mind throughout, and would not be solved. Had Trevison forgotten Hester Keyes?
The crowd was for stringing them up, but Trevison wouldn't have it." "Marchmont?" interrupted Benham. "It isn't possible " "Why not?" grinned Corrigan. "Yes, sir, the former president of the Midland Company was shot to death yesterday for pocket-picking." "Lord!" said Benham. "So Levins' wife sent Trevison for hubby," said Corrigan, quietly. "She's that thick with Trevison, is she?"
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