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can。 。 。 。 'By。〃
He went out to the waiting taxicab； got into it； and gave the driver his address； but after half a dozen blocks he tapped the front window with his fingers and gave the driver another address。
Presently the taxicab came to rest in front of a squat greyish house set in the center of a steeply sloping smooth lawn。 〃Wait；〃 he told the driver as he got out。
The greyish house's front door was opened to his ring by a red…haired maid。
〃Mr。 Farr in？〃 he asked her。
〃I'll see。 Who shall I tell him？〃
〃Mr。 Beaumont。〃
The District Attorney came into the reception…hall with both hands out。 His florid pugnacious face was all smiling。 〃Well； well； Beaumont； this is a real pleasure；〃 he said as he rushed up to his visitor。 〃Here； give me your coat and hat。〃
Ned Beaumont smiled and shook his head。 〃I can't stay；〃 he said。 〃I just dropped in for a second on my way home from the hospital。〃
〃All shipshape again？ Splendid！〃
〃Feeling pretty good；〃 Ned Beaumont said。 〃Anything new？〃
〃Nothing very important。 The birds who manhandled you are still loosein hiding somewherebut we'll get them。〃
Ned Beaumont made a depreciatory mouth。 〃I didn't die and they weren't trying to kill me： you could only stick them with an assault…charge。〃 He looked somewhat drowsily at Farr。 〃Had any more of those three…question epistles？〃
The District Attorney cleared his throat。 〃Uhyes； e to think of it； there were one or two more of them。〃
〃How many？〃 Ned Beaumont asked。 His voice was politely casual。 The ends of his lips were raised a little in an idle smile。 Amusement glinted in his eyes； but his eyes held Farr's。
The District Attorney cleared his throat。 〃Three；〃 he said reluctantly。 Then his eyes brightened。 〃Did you hear about the splendid meeting we had at？〃
Ned Beaumont interrupted him。 〃All along the same line？〃 he asked。 〃Uhmore or less。〃 The District Attorney licked his lips and a pleading expression began to enter his eyes。
〃How much moreor less？〃
Farr's eyes slid their gaze down from Ned Beaumont's eyes to his necktie and sidewise to his left shoulder。 He moved his lips vaguely； but did not utter a sound。
Ned Beaumont's smile was openly malicious now。 〃All saying Paul killed Taylor Henry？〃 he asked in a sugary voice。
Farr jumped； his face faded to a light orange； and in his excitement he let his startled eyes focus on Ned Beaumont's eyes again。 〃Christ； Ned！〃 he gasped。
Ned Beaumont laughed。 〃You're getting nerves； Farr；〃 he said； still sugary of voice。 〃Better watch yourself or you'll be going to pieces。〃 He made his face grave。 〃Has Paul said anything to you about it？ About your nerves； I mean。〃
〃N…no。〃
Ned Beaumont smiled again。 〃Maybe he hasn't noticed ityet。〃 He raised an arm； glanced at his wrist…watch； then at Farr。 〃Found out who wrote them yet？〃 he asked sharply。
The District Attorney stammered： 〃Look here； Ned； I don'tyou knowit's not〃 floundered and stopped。
Ned Beaumont asked： 〃Well？〃
The District Attorney gulped and said desperately： 〃We've got something； Ned； but it's too soon to say。 Maybe there's nothing to it。 You know how these things are。〃
Ned Beaumont nodded。 There was nothing but friendliness in his face now。 His voice was level and cool without chilliness saying： 〃You've learned where they were written and you've found the machine they were written on； but that's all you've got so far。 You haven't got enough to even guess who wrote them。〃
〃That's right； Ned；〃 Farr blurted out with a great air of relief。
Ned Beaumont took Farr's hand and shook it cordially。 〃That's the stuff；〃 he said。 〃Well； I've got to run along。 You can't go wrong taking things slowly； being sure you're right before you go ahead。 You can take my word for that。〃
The District Attorney's face and voice were warm with emotion。 〃Thanks； Ned； thanks！〃
3
At ten minutes past nine o'clock that evening the telephone…bell in Ned Beaumont's living…room rang。 He went quickly to the telephone。 〃Hello。
Yes； Jack。 。 。 。 Yes。 。 。 。 Yes。 。 。 。 Where？ 。 。 。 Yes； that's fine。 。 。 。 That'll be all tonight。 Thanks a lot。〃
When he rose from the telephone he was smiling with pale lips。 His eyes were shiny and reckless。 His hands shook a little。
The telephone…bell rang again before he had taken his third step。 He hesitated； went back to the telephone。 〃Hello。 。 。 。 Oh； hello； Paul。
Yes； I got tired of playing invalid。 。 。 。 Nothing specialjust thought I'd drop in and see you。 。 。 。 No； I'm afraid I can't。 I'm not feeling as strong as I thought I was； so I think I'd better go to bed。 。 。 。 Yes； tomorrow； sure。 。 。 。 'By。〃
He put on rain…coat and hat going downstairs。 Wind drove rain in at him when he opened the street…door； drove it into his face as he walked half a block to the garage on the corner。
In the garage's glass…walled office a lanky brown…haired man in once…white overalls was tilted back on a wooden chair； his feet on a shelf above an electric heater； reading a newspaper。 He lowered the newspaper when Ned Beaumont said： 〃'Lo； Tommy。〃
The dirtiness of Tommy's face made his teeth seem whiter than they were。 He showed many of them in a grin and said： 〃Kind of weatherish tonight。〃
〃Yes。 Got an iron I can have？ One that'll carry me over country roads tonight？〃
Tommy said： 〃Jesus！ Lucky for you you could pick your night。 You might've had to go on a bad one。 Well； I got a Buick that I don't care what happens to。〃
〃Will it get me there？〃
〃It's just as likely to as anything else；〃 Tommy said； 〃tonight。〃
〃All right。 Fill it up for me。 What's the best road up Lazy Creek way on a night like this？〃
〃How far up？〃
Ned Beaumont looked thoughtfully at the garageman； then said： 〃Along about where it runs into the river。〃
Tommy nodded。 〃The Mathews place？〃 he asked。
Ned Beaumont did not say anything。
Tommy said： 〃It makes a difference which place you're going to。〃
〃Yes？ The Mathews place。〃 Ned Beaumont frowned。 〃This is under the hat； Tommy。〃
〃Did you e to me because you thought I'd talk or because you knew I wouldn't？〃 Tommy demanded argumentatively。
Ned Beaumont said： 〃I'm in a hurry。〃
〃Then you take the New River Road as far as Barton's； take the dirt road over the bridge thereif you can make it at alland then the first cross…road back east。 That'll bring you in behind Mathews's place along about the top of the hill。 If you can't make the dirt road in this weather you'll have to go on up the New River Road to where it crosses and then cut back along the old one。〃
〃Thanks。〃
When Ned Beaumont was getting into the Buick Tommy said to him in a markedly casual tone： 〃There's an extra gun in the side…pocket。〃
Ned Beaumont stared at the lanky man。 〃Extra？〃 he asked blankly。
〃Pleasant trip；〃 Tommy said。
Ned Beaumont shut the door and drove away。
4
The clock in the dashboard said ten…thirty…two。 Ned Beaumont switched off the lights and got somewhat stiffly out of the Buick。 Wind…driven rain hammered tree； bush； ground； man； car with incessant wet blows。 Downhill； through rain and foliage； irregular small patches of yellow light glowed faintly。 Ned Beaumont shivered； tried to draw his rain…coat