rdt completely lost his temper, which a public official
should never do with a newspaper man. In a hoarse voice that was
almost a scream he yelled:
"You go to hell!"
The receiver was crashed down on the hook. Jimmy heard the click.
He smiled, then his eyes took on a cold dancing light as he sat
down at his typewriter. The light in his eyes boded ill for Mr.
Englehardt.
Hite asked Professor Brierly:
"And what now, Professor. Where do we go from here?"
"I go from here to the camp on Lake Memphremagog, Mr. Hite." The
game will be played out there. I am getting some more information
about young Amos Brown, grandson of the ill-famed number '14'. The
latest information brings him uncomfortably close to the
Higginbotham camp.
"The pattern is beginning to take shape, Mr. Hite. The pieces are
beginning to fall into place. I believe that the next act in this
tragedy will take place at or hear Justice Higginbotham's camp. If
there is nothing further to keep me here, I should like to go
back. Is Mr. Hale going to continue his vacation with me, Mr.
Hite?"
There was a humorous smile in the fine deep-set eyes. The skin on
the city editor's gaunt features wrinkled. He yelled:
"Hey Jimmy!" As Jimmy left his typewriter he said to the old man:
"I see Jimmy is in the throes of a literary composition. He seems
all het up. But he can probably go with you right away. The plane
is still at your disposal."
When Hale explained what he was writing, Hite's eyes glinted.
"Too bad, Jim, I hate to deprive you of the pleasure of writing
it, but the Professor wants to go. Give it to Roy, Jim. He can
raise as many blisters on the hide of a politician as you can."
Chapter XVI
Jimmy was dropped off at the Higginbotham camp; the other two men
went ahead to their own camp.
A wild, distracted young woman met them. Norah was standing near
the edge of the water gesticulating wildly. Jack, in instant
concern ran through the last few feet of shallow water. "Jack,"
she panted, "Tommy is gone." He stared at her stupidly. She
continued wildly: "Jack," she panted, "Tommy is gone! he's gone!"
He reached her side and took her shoulders. "Get hold of yourself,
sis. Tell me--"
"When he didn't get up, his usual time this morning, I didn't
think anything of it. I didn't want to go up to disturb him. At
eight o'clock I went up to his room, he wasn't there. Martha said
she heard him outside about six o'clock, or perhaps a little
ear
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