nd I suppose thought I was some rich and influential
philanthropist; so I let it go at that."

IV

The next morning he announced Cornford as their next stopping point, a
town, he explained, whose history thrust far back into colonial times.
When they were seated in the parlor car he tossed a bundle of magazines
into Archie's lap.

"It will amuse you to know that one of the policemen we met on the road
looking for Hoky's accomplice is standing on the platform. He's just
inspected the day coaches;--never occurs to him that knaves of our
degree travel de luxe."

He yawned as the train started and drew a small volume from his pocket.

"I shall lose myself in old Horatius Flaccus for an hour. It's odd but I
always do my best concentrating with a poet before me. And what you said
yesterday about those new bank notes Leary has hid up here disturbed me
just a little. You can't trust fellows of old Leary's type with a matter
so delicate as launching new money, where the numbers, as you so sagely
remarked, are being looked for by every bank teller in America. I have a
hunch that something unusual will happen before the summer's over, and
we must be primed for every emergency."

Archie saw that it was really a volume of the Horatian odes in which his
singular companion had become engrossed. The Governor was utterly beyond
him and he stared out moodily at the flying landscape, hating himself
cordially as he thought of Isabel Perry and living over again the
exciting moments in the Congdon house that preluded this strange
journeying with a scholarly criminal who evidently derived the deepest
satisfaction from the perusal of Latin poetry. The Governor broke in
upon his reflections occasionally to read him a favorite passage or to
ask questions, flattering to Archie's learning, as to possible
interpretations of the venerated text.

The Cornford Inn proved to be a quaint old tavern, modernized, and its
patrons, the Governor explained, were limited to cultivated people who
sought the peace and calm of the hills. After a leisurely luncheon they
took their coffee in a pleasant garden on one side of the house.

"One might be in France or Italy," remarked the Governor, lighting a
cigar. "An ideal place; socially most exclusive, and I trust we shall
have no reason to regret our visit."

"That depends," said Archie, inspecting the end of his cigarette, "on
whether we are transferred to the county jail or not."

"Your apprehension