“At any rate,” she went on, “I should deem it my duty to warn you of the
consequences of this joke of yours. They may not be all that you have
anticipated. The consequences for you, I mean, which you do not seem to
have taken into account.”
“Consequences for me!” I exclaimed.
“I fear that you will think what I am going to say uncalled for, and
that I am meddling with something that does not concern me. But it seems
to me that you are undervaluing the thing you have worked so hard
to attain. They say that you have ability, that you have acquired a
practice and a position which at your age give the highest promise for
the future. That you are to be counsel for the railroad. In short, that
you are the coming man in this section of the state. I have found this
out,” said she, cutting short my objections, “in spite of the short time
I have been here.”
“Nonsense!” I said, reddening in my turn.
“Suppose that the Celebrity is captured,” she continued, thrusting
her hands into the pockets of her mackintosh. “It appears that he is
shadowed, and it is not unreasonable to expect that we shall be chased
before the day is over. Then we shall be caught red-handed in an attempt
to get a criminal over the border. Please wait until I have finished,”
she said, holding up her hand at an interruption I was about to make.
“You and I know he is not a criminal; but he might as well be as far as
you are concerned. As district attorney you are doubtless known to the
local authorities. If the Celebrity is arrested after a long pursuit,
it will avail you nothing to affirm that you knew all along he was the
noted writer. You will pardon me if I say that they will not believe you
then. He will be taken East for identification. And if I know anything
about politics, and especially the state of affairs in local politics
with which you are concerned, the incident and the interval following
it will be fatal to your chances with the railroad,--to your chances in
general. You perceive, Mr. Crocker, how impossible it is to play with
fire without being burned.”
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