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1 r ' •' < " Bp I'W ' 1 M' Ij - .•! •sK- 1 ^ > - r" -1 14 •! :?r» W llll>«W^ Oafteii -J?r>--< *i-&m JJS.'WW'* -> h i|FRAN G IS LYNDE ;% '• ik'stk# LOST--ON' PERFECTLY GOOD ENGINE. IS--Graham Norcross, mllrond manager, and hts sefi u%My8 I#1HHH!B Dodds, are marooned at Sand Cr*ek siding with a young lady. Sheila Macrae, and her small cousin. Malsle Ann. Unseen, they witness a peculiar train holdup. In which a special car ts carried oft. Norcross recognises the car as that of John Chadwick, financial magnate, whom he was to meet at Portal City. He and Dodds rescue Chadwick. The latter offers Norcross the management of the Pioneer Short Line, which is in the hands of eastern speculators, headed by Breckenridge Dunton, president of the line. Norcross, learning that Sheila Macrae is stopping at Portal City, accepts. Dodds overhears conversation between Rufus Hatch and Oustave Henckel, Portal City financiers. In which they admit complicity in Chadwick's kidnaping, their object being to k«ep Chadwick from attending a meeting of directors to reorganize the Pioneer Short Line, which would Jeopardise their Interests. To curb the monopoly controlled by Hatch and Henckel. the Red Tower corporation, Norcross forma the Citltiene' Storage and Warehouse company. He begins to manifest a deep interest In Shell* Macrae. Dodds learns that Sheila Is married, but living apart from her husband. Norcross doe* not know this. The Boss disappears; report has It that life has resigned and gone east CHAPTER VI--Continued. V. •>T Mr. Van Brttt saw and talked with everybody, and when he could wedge off a minute or two of privacy, he'd :go Into the third room of the suite iand thresh It but with Juneman, or a • iBHloughby, or Mr. Ripley. From these •* 'private raiKS I found out that there was still some doubt In the minds of all four of them about the boss' dropout-- as to whether it was voluntary or not. Also, I found oat what had been done durtpg the foar days. We bad no "company detective" at that time, and Mr. Hornack had borrowed a man named Grimmer from his old company, the Overland Central, wiring for him and getting him on the ground within twenty-fbur hours of the time of Mr. Norcross' disappearance. Grimmer had gone to work at once, but everything he had turned up. so far, favored the voluntary runaway theory. Mr. Norcross* trunks were still in hl£ rooms at the Bullard; but his two grips were gone. And the '• night clerk at the hotel, when he was • pushed to It. remembered that ihe boss had paid his bill up to date that night, before going up to his rooms. Past that, the trace was completely lost. The conductor on the Fast Mall, eastbound, 011 the night in question, swore by all that was good and great that Mr. Norcross hadn't been a passenger on his train. And he would certainly have known It If he had been carrying his general manager. Over In the other field there was - absolutely nothing to Incriminate the Hatch people. So far from It, Hatch had turned up at the railroad office, ^ bright and early the morning after Mr. Norcross had gone. He had asked for tlit.' boss. and fti'ling to find him, he had Banted up Mr. Van Brltt. What rhe wanted, it seemed, was a chance to reopen the proposition that had been made to him the day before-- the offer of the new Citizens' Storage & Warehouse company to purchase the various Red Tower equipments and plants. Mr. Van Brltt had referred him tc Mr. Ripley, arid to our lawyer Hatch had made what purported to be an open confession, admitting that he had gone to Mr. Norcross the night before, determined to fight the new company to a finish, and that there bad been a good many things said that would better be forgotten. Now, however, he was willing to talk straight business and a compromise. He had called his board of directors together, and they had voted to sell their trackbordering plants to Citizens' Storage & Warehouse If a price could be amicably agreed upon. With Mr. Norcross gone and a new general manager coming, Mr. Ripley was afraid to make a move, and Hatch was pressing him to get busy on the bargain and sale proposition; was apparently as anxious now to sell and ,j withdraw as he had at first been to ^fight everything in sight. ,-f By the morning I came on the scene the man Grimmer had, as they say, Just about done his do. He was only a sort of journeyman detective, and had run out of clues. When he came In and talked to Mr. Van Brltt and Mr. Ripley, \ could see that he fully believed In the drop-out theory, and •even the lawyer and Mr. Van Brltt had to admit that the facts were with him. The boss had written a letter saying definitely that he was quitting; he had paid his hotel bill, and his grips were gone; and two days later president Dunton had appointed a new general manager, which was proof positive, you'd say, that the bogs had resigned and had so notified the New York office. When the noon hour came along, <' Fred May ttook me out to luncheon, and we went to the Bullard cafe. It was pretty rich for our blood at two ; dollars per, but I guess Fred thought his Job was gone, anyway, and felt reckless. Over the good things at oijr corner table we did a little threshing on oqr own account--and got a lot more chaff and no grain, Fred didn't want to agree with Grimmer and the facts, but there didn't seem to be any help for it And as for me, I had other things in mind all the time--the big scary fear that somebody had got to the boss after he had left Ripley on the night of shockings, and had Just bashed him In the face with the story of Mrs. Sheila's sham widowhood. By and by we got around to my burned hand, and Fred told me Grimmer had at least succeeded in clearing up whatever mystery there was about that The wall switch for the electric light in the lower hall at the headquarter* was right beside the outer door Jamb--as 1 knew. It had burned out in some way, and that was why there wa« no light on when I went down-stairs. And in burning out it had short-circuited itself with the brass lock of the door; Fred didn't know Just how, but Grimmer had ex plained it. I asked bin if Grimmer had explained how a 110 volt light coxy y-t: rent «ould cook me like a fried potato, and he said he hadn't The afternoon at the office was a sort of cut-and-cotue-rigain repeat of the morning, with lots of people milling around and things going crooked and cross-ways, as they were bound to "with the boss gone and a new boss conllng. Nobody had any heart for auythlug, and along late In the afteruoon when word came of a freight wreck at Cross Creek Gulch, Mr. Van Brltt threw up both hands and yipped and swore like a pirate. It just showed what a raw edge the headquarters' nerves were taking on. Though it wasn't his business, Mr. Vcn Brltt went out with the wrecking train, and Fred May and I had It all to ourselves for the remaining hour or so up to closing time. Just before five, Mr. Cantrell, the editor of the Mountaineer, dropped In. He looked a bit disappointed when he found only us two. Fred turned him over t# me, and he came on In to the private office when I asked him to, and smoked one of the boss' good cigars out of a box that I found in the big desk. I liked Cantrell. He was Just the sort of man you expect an editor to be; tall and thin and kind of mildeyed, with an absent way with him that made you feel as if he were thinking along about a mile ahead of you when you were striking the best think-gait you ever knew of. "No word yet from Mr. Norcross, I suppose?" he said. I told him there wasn't "It's very singular to me, and to all of us, as it is to you," I threw In. The editor smoked on for a full* minute without saying anything more, and he seemed to be staring absently at a steamship picture on the wall. When he got good and ready, he began again. "You don't need any common plainclothes man on this Job, Jlmmle; you need the best there Is: a real, dyedin- therwool Sherlock Holmes, if there ever were such a miracle." "You think It is a case for a detective?" "I do," he replied, looking straight at me with his mild blue eyes. "If I were one of Mr. Norcross' close friends I should get the best help that could be found and not lose a single minute about It." - Since there was nobody around who was any closer to the boss than I was, I Jumped Into the hole pretty quick. "Can you teH us anything that will help, Mr. Cantrell?" I asked. "Not specifically; I wish I could. But I can say this: I know Mr. Rufus Hatch and his associates up one side and down the other. They are hand- In-glove with the political pirates who control this state. .From the little that has leaked out, and the great deal that has been published In the Hatchcontrolled newspapers all over the state during the past few weeks, it Is apparent that Mr. Norcross' removal was a thing greatly to be desired, not only by the Red Tower people, but also by the political bosses. • That ought to be enough to make all of you suspicious--very suspicious, Jlmmie." The tall editor got up and made ready to go. "If I were In your place, or rather In Mr. Van Brltt's, I'd get an expert on this Job--and I shouldn't let much grass grow under my feet while I was about it. Call me up at the Mountaineer office If I can help." And Vith that he went away. It was Just a little while after this that I put on my hat and strolled across the yard tracks to Kirgan's office ifx the shops. Kirgan was an old friend, as you might say: he had been on the Oregon building Job with us and knew the boss through and through. I didn't have anything special to say, but I kind of wanted to talk to somebody who knew. ' So I loafed In on Kirgan. He loved the boss like a brother. As soon as I came in. he fired his kid stenographer on some errand or other, and made me sit down and tell him all I knew. When I got through he was pulling at his long mustache and wrinkling his nose as I've seen a bulldog do when he was getting ready to bite something. "You haven't got all the drop-out business cornered over yonder In the general office, Jlmmle," he said slowly, tilting hack In his swing-chair and glowering at me with those sultry eyes of his. "On that same night that you're* talkln' about I stand to lose one perfectly good Atlantic-type locomotive. At ten o'clock she was set In on the spur below the coal chutes. At twelve o'clock, when the round-house watchman went down there to see it her fire vu banked alT right, she was gone." the boss' disappearance with that of the engine which had been left standing below the coal chutes, but the two things snapped themselves together for me like the halves of an automatic coupling, and I couldn't wedge them apart "An engine--even a little old Atlantic- type--is a "pretty big thing to loan, isn't It, Kirgan ?" I asked. Kirgan righted his chair with a crash. "Jlmmle, I've sifted this blamed outfit through an elghty-mesh screen!" he growled. "With all the devll-to-pay that's goin' on over Sit the headquarters, I didn't want to bother Mr. Van Britt, and I haven't been advertlsln' in the newspapers. But it's a holy fact, Jlmmle. The 'Sixteen'! gone I" I was trying to pry myself loose from the notion that the loss of , the engine and the boss' disappearance at about the same time were in some way connected with each other. It was no use; the Idea refused to let go. "Look here, Kirgan," I shoved In; "can you think of any possible reason why Mr. Norcross should write &Ir. Van Brltt a letter saying that he had quit and was going east on the midnight train and then should change his mind and come down here and go somewhere on that engine?" After I had said It, it sounded so foolish that I wanted to. take it back. But Kirgan didn't seem to look at it that way. "Well, HI be shot!" he exclaimed. "I never once thought of that! But where the devil would he go? And how would he get there without somebody finding out? And why In Sam Hill would he do a thing like that, anyway? Why, sufferln' Moses I If he wanted to go anywhere, all he had to do was to order out his car and tell the dispatcher, and go. "I can't figure It out any better than you can, I confessed. "Mr. Norcross Is gone, and the Ten-Slxteen Is .gone, and they both dropped out between ten and twelve o'clock on the same night. Mart, I don't believe Mr. Norcross went east at all! I believe, when we find that engine, we'll find him!" Kirgan got out of his chal£ and began to walk up and down In the little space between his desk and the drawing- board. Besides being the best boss mechanic In the West, he was a firstclass fighting man, with a clear head and nerve to burn. When he had got as far as he could go alone he turned on me. "Jlmmle, do you reckon this Red Tower outfit was far enough along In its scrap with the boss to put up a Job to pass him out of the game?" he demanded. I told htm it didn't seetn to fit into any twentieth-century scheme of things, and past that I mentioned the fact that the Hatch people had taken the back track and were now offering to sell out and stop chocking the wheels of reform. "I know," he put In. "But I've been readin' the papers, Jlmmle,* and It ain't all Red Tower, not by a Jugful. The big graft In this neck-a woods is political, and the Red Tower gang is only set-a cogs In the bull-wheel. Mr. Norcross was gettln' himself mighty pointedly disliked; you know that. The way he was almln' to run things, It was beginnln* to look as If maybe the people of this state might wake up some day and turn In and help him." "I know all about that," I threw In. "But where are you trying to land, Mart?" "Right here. Mr. Norcross was the whole show. Take him out of it and the whole shootin'-match would fall to pieces--as It's doln', right now. They didn't need to slug him or shoot him up or anything like that: if it could be made to look as If he'd Jumped the Job, quit chycked It all up, why, there you are. A new boss CHAPTER VII The Lost 1016 When Kirgan told me he shy a whole locomotive, I began see all sorts of fire-works. Of course, there was nothing on earth to connect was to "I've Sifted This Blame Outfit Through an Eighty-Mesh Screen." would be sent out here, snd yon could bet your sweet life he wouldn't' be anybody like Mr. Norcross. Not so you could notice it The New Yorli people would take blamed good care-a that." "You think the Dunton people ar* standing In with the graft 7" "Nobody could've grabbed ofT the jfrotlve-power Job on this railroad, as 1 did, Jlmmle, and not think It--and be d-ru* sure of It. Why, Lord o' Heavens, the Red Tower bnnch was usin' us Just the same as If we belonged to "em '--ordering our men to do their machinery repairs, helpln' themselves to any railroad material that they happened to need, usln' our cars and engines on their loggln' roads and mine branches." , "You stopped all this?* "You bet I did--between two days! They've been makln' seventeen different kinds of a roar ever since, but I've had Mr. Van Brltt and the big boss behind pie, so I Just shoved ahead." What Kirgan said about the Red Tower people using our rolling stock on their private branch roads set a bee to buzzing in my brain. What If they had stolen the 1016 to use in that way? "You have a blueprint of the Portal division here, haven't you?" I asked. "Dig it up and let's have a look at It." At first the facts threatened to bluff us. The blue-print engineers' map was an old one, but It showed the spurs and side-tracks, the stations and water tanks. Since the lost engine had been standing at the western end of the Portal City yards, we didn't try to trace It eastward. To get out in that direction it would have had to pass the round-house, the shops, the passenger station and the headquarters building, and, even at that time of night, somebody would have been sure to see it. Tracing the other way--westward-- we had a clear track for ten miles to Arroyo. Arroyo had no night operator, so we agreed that the stolen engine might easily have slipped past there without being marked down. Eight miles beyond Arroyo we came to Banta, the first night station west of Portal City. Here, as we figured It, the wild engine must have been seen bv the operator, if by no one else, mnta was an apple town, and the town Itself might have been asleep, but the wire man at thp station shouldn't have been. "Let's hold Banta in suspense a bit and allow that by some means or other the thieves managed to get by," suggested. "The next thing to be considered is the fact that the Ten- Slxteen must now have been running-- without orders, we must remember-- against the Fast Mall coming east. The Mall didn't pass her anywhere-- not officially, at least; if It bad, the fact would show up In some station's report to the dispatcher's office.* At this, we hunted up an official time-card and began to figure on the "meet" proposition. The Fast Mall was due at Portal City at twelvetwenty, and on the night In question It had been on time. - Making due time allowances for inaccuracy In the yard watchman's story, the mlssihg engine could hardly have left the Portal City yard much before tenforty- five^ The Fast Mall was scheduled at forty miles an hour. Its time at Banta was eleven-fifty-three. Allowing the 1016 the same rate of speed In the opposite direction. It would have passed Banta at eleven-twelve or thereabouts. Hence there would still be forty-one minutes running tin^e to be divided between the eastbound train and the westbound engine. In other words, the meeting-point, with the two running at the same speed, would fall about twenty minutes west of Banta. Tracing the line on the blue-print we hunted for a possible passing-point, which, according to the way we had things doped out, should have been not more than thirteen or fourteen miles west of Banta. There was a blind siding ten miles west, but beyond tnat, nothing east of Sand Creek, which was twenty-one miles farther along; at least, there was nothing that showed up on the map. The ten-mile siding might have served for the passing point, but In that case the crew of the Fast Mall would surely have seen the 1010 waiting on the siding as they came by. And they hadn't seen It; Kirgan said they had been questioned promptly the following morning. Though I/had been over the road with Mr. Norcross In his private car any number of times since we had taken hold, I didn't recall the detail topographies very clearly, and I couldn't seem to remember anything about this siding ten miles west of Banta. So I asked Kirgan. "That siding Isn't In any such shape that the Fast Mall could get by without seeing a 'meet' train on the sidetrack, Is It?" The big master-mechanic shook hts head. "Hardly, you'd think. I reckon we are up a stump, Jlmmle. That siding Is part of an old *Y' at the mouth of a gulch that runs back Into the mountains for maybe a dozen miles or so. They tell me the *Y' was put In for the Timber Mountain Lumber outfit when they used the gulch mouth for their shipping point They had one of their saw-mills up In the gulch somewhere, but the business died out when they got the timber all cut off." "Tell me this, Mart," I put In quickly. "The Tlgiber Mountain company Is one of the Red Tower monopolies did It have a railroad track up that gulch connecting with our 'Y'?" "Why., yes; I reckon so. I'm not right sure that there ain't one there yet. But If there Is, It's been disconnected from the 'Y.' I'm sure of that, because I went in on that 'Y' one day with the wrecker." You'd think this would have settled it But I hung on like a dog to a root. "Say, Mart,- I Insisted, "this *Y* siding we've talking about Is Just around where the Ten-Sixteen ought to have met the Mall; so far as we can tell by this map it's the only place where It could have met It. And the old gulch track would have been a mighty good hiding-place for the stolen engine!" ' "There ain't any track thara," aald Kirgan, shaking his head; "or, leastwise, If there is, It hasn't any rail connection with our siding, Just as I'm tellln' you. We'll have to look far* ther along." ' Somehow, I couldn't get It out of my head but that I was right Our guesses all went as straight as a string to that 4Y' siding ten miles west of Banta, and I was sure that If I had been talking to Mr. Van Brltt I could have convinced him. But Kirgan was awfully hard-headed. "It's supper time," he said, after we had mulled a while longer over the map. "Tomorrow, If you Uke, well take an engine and run down there. But we ain't* goln' to find anything. I can tell you that, right now." "Yes, and tomorrow we may have the' new general manager, and then you and I and all the others will be hunting for some other railroad to work on," I retor^d. I pretty nearly had him ovetf the edge, but I couldn't push him the rest of the way to save my life. "If there was the least little scrap-a reason even to Imagine that Mr. Norcrosis had gone off on that stolen We Hunted for a Possible Passing Point. eight-wheeler, it would be different, Jlmmle," he protested. "But there alnt; and you know doggoned well there ain't. Let's go up-towu and hunt up fomething to eat You'll feel a heap clearer In your mind when you get a good square'tneal Inside o' your clothes." We left the shop offices together, and got shut out, crossing the yard, by a freight that was pulling In from the west. There was a yard crew shifting on the other side of'the Incoming train, and rather than wait for the double obstruction to clear Itself, We walked down the shop track, meaning to go around the lower end of things. * This detour took us past the roundhouse, and when we reached the turntable Jead, the engine of the Justarrived freight came backing down the* skip-track. Seeing Kirgan, the engineer swung down from the step at the lead switch, leaving the hostler to "spot" the engine on the table. I knew *he engineer by sight. His name was Gorcher, and he was a reformed cow-punch'--with a record for getting out of more tight places with a heavy train than any other man on the division. 'Here's looking* at you, Mr. Kirgan," he said, with a sort of Hapity Hooligan grin on his smutty face. You been passln' the word, quiet, among the boys to keep an eye out f'r that Atlantic-type that got lost in the shuffle, ain't you? Well, I found her." "What's that--where?" snapped Kirgan, In a tone that made a noise like the pop of a whip-lash. "You know that old gravel pit that digs Into the hill a mile west of the old 'Y' on the Timber Mountain grade? Well, she's there; plumb at the far end o' that gravel track, cold and dead." "Crippled?" Kirgan rapped out. "Not as we could see; just dead. She's got her nose shoved a piece Into the gravel bank, but she ain't off the rail." _ Kirgan nodded ' "Who else aaw her?" "Nobody but the boys t>n our train, I reckon." "All right Don't spread It Wlnt to make a little overtime?" "I ain't kickln' none." "That's business. After you've had your supper, call up your fireman and report to me here at the round-house. We'll take a light engine and go down along and get that runaway." This seemed to settle Kirgan'a half of the puzzle. We hadn't taken the gravel track Into our calculations simply because It wasn't marked on the map we had been studying; but that merely meant that the pit had been opened some time after the map had been made. j When Gorcher had gone Into the round-house to wash tfp and tell his fireman to report back, Ktrgan and I crossed the yard And headed for town. I left the master-mechanic at the door of a Greek eat-shop that he patronized and went on up to the Bullard. I was Just getting around to my piece of canned pumpkin pie when the kid from the dispatcher's office came Into the grill-room, stretch* Ing his neck as If he were looking for somebody. When he got his eye on me he came across to my corner and handed me s telegram. It was from Mr. Chadwick, under a Chicago date line, ahd it was addressed "To the General Manager's Office," Just like that There were only nine words In It but they were all strictly to the point: "What's gone wrong? Where is Mr. Norcross? Answer quick." I saw in half a second at least a part of what bad happened. Mr. Chadwick was back from his Canadian trip, and somebody--the New York people, perhaps---had wired him that a new general manager had been appointed for Pioneer Short Line. The old wheat king's quick shot at our office showed that be wasn't In the plot and that, whatever else had become of him, Mr. Norcross hadn't as yet turned up in Chicago I Gee! but that brought on more talk--a whaling lot of it -1 meant to find out, right away, if Mr. Van Brltt bad come back from the scene of a wreck. He was the man to answer Mr. Chadwick's wire. But an Interruption butted in suddenly, Just as I was signing thfe dinner check. 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