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Even the warden of the prison had some remarks to make on that subject. The chaplain urged Vaniman to clear his conscience and do what he could to aid the distressed inhabitants of a bankrupt town. This conspiracy of persistent belief in his guilt put a raw edge on his mental suffering. His only source of solace was the weekly letter from Vona.
However, if Britt undertook such a play of perfidy, the outlander knew that the native would have the advantage in the exchange of accusation. Vaniman perceived the existing state of affairs in the demeanor of the men whom he met on the street, going to and from the tavern. He heard some of their remarks. He strove to keep a calm face while his soul burned! Then, at last, Examiner Starr acted.
Lacking all idea of the scheme, Vaniman had not the heart to begin to ask for any details of the big plan at the crucial moment. He allowed himself to be an automaton. It was easy to do one thing at a time, as Wagg commanded; knowing nothing about what Wagg intended to do. Vaniman was not in a position to delay matters by doubts as to the best way of doing the thing.
They stuck their right arms straight out; they crooked the arms at the elbows; they drove their hands at their hip pockets and produced, each of them, a bulldog revolver; they snapped their arms into position of quick aim. Wagg threw up his hands and began to beg. Vaniman held himself under better control. But the men did not shoot.
Vaniman allowed that it was a starry night, all right, and left the topic there, with a period set to it by the snap of his tone. He went directly to the bank and admitted himself with his keys. President Britt came from the back room, with yawns that matched those of the hostler. "What time did Barnes say he'd be down here from the tavern in the morning?" "Mr.
Vaniman found a bit more than mere suggestion in Wagg's manner of invitation. With his shotgun in the hook of his arm he presented his wonted appearance as the guard at the prison. It was perfectly apparent that Mr. Wagg proposed to keep his eye on the promiser of the fifty-fifty split. But Wagg did not refer to the matter of the money while they strolled in the woods.
When I stood there outside the curtain that night I was looking straight at him, and at nobody else. I don't remember another face. Tasper Britt is not actor enough to make up the expression that I saw. It was simple, absolute, flabbergasted fright!" They started down the slope and walked in silence. "He's considerable of a coward," Vaniman admitted, after his pondering.
Vona presented him, recovering her composure by the aid of Frank's steadiness. "How-de-do!" said Mr. Harnden, stiffly. He did not ask the caller to be seated. Vona gave the invitation. While Vaniman hesitated, the master of the household had a word to say, putting on his best business air.
Tasper Britt had told his cashier that he always carried his keys to bed with him in that fashion, and he had advised Vaniman to employ the same caution. This prisoner in the van was certainly the magnate of Egypt. Vaniman found that a towel was bound tightly across the bearded mouth; the young man even ran his hand over the bald pate, now divested of its toupee. There was no gold in the van.
He blurted out that much of confession to Wagg when the guard discovered him pacing in the narrow space a few nights later. "I sympathize!" whispered Wagg. "I know all about your case!" Then Wagg passed on. The next night he halted long enough to say that, knowing all about the case from what the newspapers printed, he realized just why Vaniman found it so tough to be locked up.
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