Government investigators -- Fiction; Impostors and imposture -- Fiction; Religious fiction; Romantic suspense fiction
The pursuer then ate a ham sandwich with liberal washings of liquid
fire while he awaited replies to some of his messages; and as soon
as he was satisfied that he had set justice in motion he hired an
automobile and hied him across country to catch a midnight express to
Pittsburgh. He had given orders that his man and accompanying lady
should be held in Pittsburgh until his arrival, and he had no doubt but
that the orders would be carried out, so sure was he that he was on the
right track, and that his cronies would be able and willing to follow
his orders.
There was some kind of an excursion on at Pittsburgh, and the place was
crowded. The trainmen kept calling off specials, and crowds hurried out
of the waiting room, only to be replaced by other crowds, all eager,
pushing, talking, laughing. They were mostly men, but a good many
women and some children seemed to be of the number; and the noise and
excitement worried her after her own exciting afternoon. Celia longed
to lay her down and sleep, but the seat was narrow, and hard, and
people were pressing on every side. That disagreeable man in the slouch
hat would stand too near. He was most repulsive looking, though he did
not seem to be aware of her presence.
Gordon had a long wait before he finally secured the coveted stateroom
and started back to her, when suddenly a face that he knew loomed up
in the crowd and startled him. It was the face of a private detective
who was well known about Washington, but whose headquarters were in New
York.
Until that instant, it had not occurred to him to fear watchers so
far south and west as Pittsburgh. It was not possible that the other
bridegroom would think to track him here, and, as for the Holman
contingent, they would not be likely to make a public disturbance about
his disappearance, lest they be found to have some connection with
the first theft of government property. They could have watchers only
through private means, and they must have been wily indeed if they had
anticipated his move through Pittsburgh to Washington. Still, it was
the natural move for him to make in order to get home as quickly as
possible and yet escape them. And this man in the crowd was the very
one whom they would have been likely to pick out for their work. He was
as slippery in his dealings as they must be, and no doubt was in league
with them. He knew the man and his ways thoroughly, and had no mind to
fall into his hands.
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