of the window. His eyes did not focus on any detail of the
office building opposite. They had the far-away look which denotes a
preoccupied mind. "Ever been to Golden?" he asked at last abruptly,
swinging back in his seat and looking at his client.
"No. Why?"
"Golden is the Gretna Green of Denver, you know. When young people
elope they go to Golden. When a couple gets married and doesn't want
it known they choose Golden. Very convenient spot."
"I'm not figuring on gettin' married right now," the cattleman said,
smiling.
"Still you might find a visit to the place interesting and useful. I
was there on business a couple of weeks ago."
The eyes of the men fastened. Lane knew he was being given a hint that
Foster did not want to put more directly.
"What are the interestin' points of the town?" asked the Twin Buttes
man.
"Well, sir, there are several. Of course, there's the School of Mines,
and the mountains right back of the town. Gold was discovered there
somewhere about fifty-seven, I think. Used to be the capital of the
territory before Denver found her feet."
"I'm rather busy."
"Wouldn't take you long to run over on the interurban." The lawyer
began to gather toward him the papers upon which he had been working
when the client was shown in. He added casually: "I found it quite
amusing to look over the marriage licenses of the last month or two.
Found the names there of some of our prominent citizens. Well, I'll
call you up as soon as I know about the bond."
Lane was not entirely satisfied with what he had been told, but he knew
that Foster had said all he meant to say. One thing stuck in his mind
as the gist of the hint. The attorney was advising him to go to the
court-house and check up the marriage licenses.
He walked across to the Equitable Building and dropped in on his cousin
James. Cunningham rose to meet him a bit stiffly. The cattleman knew
that Jack had already been in to see him or had got him on the wire.
Kirby brushed through any embarrassment there might be and told frankly
why he had come.
"I've had a sort of row with Jack. Under the circumstances I don't
feel that I ought to let you stay on my bond. It might create
ill-feelin' between you an' him. So I'm arrangin' to have some Wyoming
friends put up whatever's required. You'll understand I haven't any
bad feeling against you, or against him for that matter. You've been
bully all through this thing, an
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