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--just enough to have made Connery believe, at first, that probably he had seen the man meeting some passenger at the station."You are--" Connery ventured more casually. "In private employ; yes, sir," the man cut off quickly. Then Connery knew him; it was when Gabriel Warden traveled on Connery's train that the conductor had seen this chauffeur; this was Patrick Corboy, who had driven Warden the night he was killed. But Connery, having won his point, knew better than to show

e than any other of the owner's treasures. It was, curiously enough, to this little heap of literature that Wid Gardner presently turned.Forgetful of the hour and of his waiting cows, he sat down, a copy in his hands, his face taking on a new sort of light as he read. At times, as lone men will, he broke out into audible soliloquy. Now and again his hand slapped his knee, his eye kindled, he grinned. The pages were ill-printed, showing many paragraphs, apparently of advertising nature, in fine

ey wouldn't," she objected. "You don'tknow how noisy I am."The lawyer stirred restlessly and pondered. "But, surely, my dear, isn't there some relative, somewhere?" hedemanded. "How about your mother's people?" Billy shook her head. Her eyes filled again with tears. There was only Aunt Ella, ever, that I knew anything about. Sheand mother were the only children there were, and mother died whenI was a year old, you know." "But your father's