But in reading old
Post's will, something piqued my curiosity. In the event of Arthur's
death, the property was to go to old Post's baby nephew, Huntingdon
Post."
Enoch knit his brows quickly but he did not speak and Ames went on,
"Being, of course, in a suspicious state of mind, it struck me as an
unusual coincidence that this child should have died, too. So I made
some inquiries. It was difficult to trace the facts because there were
no relatives. Old Post seemed to have been just a solitary prowler,
coming from nowhere, like so many of the old timers. But finally, I
found an old fellow in the back country who had known old Post. He
told me that little Hunt Post, as he called him, had been killed with
his father and mother in a railway accident. I asked where they got
the child's name and he said the mother's name was Huntingdon. He knew
her when she was a girl living alone with her father in the Kanab
country, north of the Grand Canyon. He said her father died when she
was ten or eleven and a family named Smith sort of brought her up and
she was known as Mary Smith. But when she married, she named the boy
after her father who was a raw boned, red headed man named Enoch
Huntingdon."
Enoch gave Ames a long steady look and the younger man relaxed a little.
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