"It's just a case of plain, ordinary thief!" The ambitious scoundrel had decided to conceal the finding of Clayton's dispatches and carbon-book from all the local officials of the company.
"Now to the practical," he muttered, as he spread out his girl wife's fateful telegram.
"She will have surely received the Tacoma dispatches to the old man before I can reach her now.

The Associated Press, to-morrow, will have a full account of the accident.

His condition will be telegraphed all over the country.

But I'll instantly send a carte blanche order to the Western Union man at Pasco for hourly reports." The Gazetteer had furnished him the meager information that Pasco was a little railroad junction town in Franklin County, Washington, on the Columbia River.

"The old man must have been delayed on his way to meet Clayton." "Now, for Alice!" The schemer's brow was damp with a cold moisture as he muttered: "Old Hugh hated even to hear of Death.