Government investigators -- Fiction; Impostors and imposture -- Fiction; Religious fiction; Romantic suspense fiction
There was a suspicious glitter in the keen eyes of the kind old chief
as he put out his hand and grasped Gordon’s in a hearty shake; but all
he said was:
“And you are all worn out--I’ll guarantee you didn’t sleep much last
night.”
“Well, no,” said Gordon; “I had to sit up in a day-coach and share the
seat with another man. Besides, I was somewhat excited.”
“Of course, of course!” puffed the old chief, coughing vigorously, and
showing by his gruff attitude that he was deeply affected. “Well, young
man, this won’t be forgotten by the Department. Now you go home and
take a good sleep. Take the whole day off if you wish, and then come
down to-morrow morning and tell me all about it. Isn’t there anything
more I need to know at once that justice may be done?”
“I believe not,” said Gordon, with a sigh of relief. “There’s a list
of the men who were at the dinner with me. I wrote them down from
memory last night when I couldn’t sleep. I also wrote a few scraps of
conversation, which will show you just how deep the plot had gone. If
I had not read the message and known its import, I should not have
understood what they were talking about.”
“H-m! Yes. If there had been more time before you started I might have
told you all about it. Still, it seemed desirable that you should
appear as much at your ease as possible. I thought this would be best
accomplished by your knowing nothing of the import of the writing when
you first met the people.”
“I suppose it was as well that I did not know any more than I did. You
are a great chief, sir! I was deeply impressed anew with that fact as
I saw how wonderfully you had planned for every possible emergency. It
was simply great, sir.”
“Pooh! Pooh! Get you home and to bed,” said the old chief quite
brusquely.
He touched a bell and a man appeared.
“Jessup, is the coast clear?” he asked.
“Yessah,” declared the darky. “Dey have jest hed a couple o’ shots in
de pahk, an’ now dey tuk de villains off to der p’lice station. De
officers is out der waitin’ to ’scort de gemman.”
“Get home with you, Gordon, and don’t come to the office till ten in
the morning. Then come straight to my private room.”
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