nion.

With embellishments Herbert Hutton asked if Bi had ever seen the two
tall gray-haired men who were walking with their prey.

Bi narrowed his eyes and denied any knowledge, but perceived there were
more sides than two to the enigma. Now, what could he figure out of
those two guys? Were there more rewards to be offered? If so, he was a
candidate. He wondered what chance there was of getting away from H. H.
and sauntering through the train. He found, however, a sudden
willingness on the part of his companion to vanish and let him do the
scout work for the rest of the night.

With a sense of being on a vacation and a chance at catching big fish Bi
swung out through the train. Bumping down among the now curtained
berths, adjusting his long form to the motion of the express, lurching
to right and to left as they went round a curve, falling over an
occasional pair of shoes and bringing down lofty reproaches from the
sleepy porter, he penetrated to the day coaches and at last located his
quarry.

They were sitting in a double seat, the younger man facing the two older
ones, and had evidently been unable to get sleepers. Bi hung around the
water-cooler at the far end of the car until he had laid out his plans;
then he sauntered up to the vacant seat behind the three men and dropped
noiselessly into its depths, drawing his hat down well over his face,
and apparently falling into instant slumber, with a fair sample of
Tinsdale snoring brought in at moderate distances.

The conversation was earnest, in well-modulated voices, and hard to
follow connectedly, for the men knew how to talk without seeming to the
outside world to be saying anything intelligible. Occasionally a
sentence would come out clear cut in an interval of the rhythm of the
train, but for the most part Bi could make little or nothing of it.

"In all the years we've been trustees of that estate we haven't seen her
but twice," said one of the older men; "once at her father's second
marriage, and again at his funeral. Then we only saw her at a distance.
Her stepmother said she was too grief-stricken to speak with any one,
and it was by the utmost effort she could be present at the service."

"She looked very frail and young," said the other old man; "and her
hair--I remember her hair!"

Bi changed his position cautiously and tried to peer over the back of
his seat, but the voices were crowded together now, and the younger man
was talking earnestly. He c