"No, Mr. Secretary. I merely brought
that detail in because Brown is known to be your enemy and--"
He hesitated as he saw the grim lines deepening around Enoch's mouth.
The Secretary tapped the desk thoughtfully with his pencil, then said:
"Keep it all out of the papers, Mr. Cheney, if you please. Or, rather
if you are willing, let the publicity end be handled from this office.
Send the newspaper men to Mr. Abbott."
"That will be a relief!" exclaimed Cheney. "Shall I go ahead on the
lines indicated?"
"Yes, and bring me your next budget of news!"
As Cheney went out, Enoch rang for Jonas. "Jonas, I wish you'd go home
and see if there is any mail there for Judge Smith. If there is, lock
it in the desk in my room," tossing Jonas the key.
"Yes, Mr. Secretary," exclaimed Jonas, disappearing out the door. He
returned shortly to report that mail had arrived for Judge Smith, and
that it was safely locked away.
Enoch had no engagement that evening. When he had finished his
solitary dinner he went to his room and took out of the desk drawer a
large document envelope and a letter. The letter he opened.
"My dear Judge: Forrester and I have just completed a sad bit of work,
the taking of poor Curly's body back to Arizona for burial.
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