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his mustache with a thumb…nail from center to left and from center to right； looking at the District Attorney with level eyes； addressing him in a level tone： 〃Well？〃
Farr's cheeks rippled again where they covered his jaw…muscles。 He frowned over pleading eyes。 〃For God's sake； Ned；〃 he said earnestly； 〃don't think I'm taking that seriously。 We get bales of that kind of crap every time anything happens。 I only wanted to show it to you。〃
Ned Beaumont said： 〃That's all right as long as you keep on feeling that way about it。〃 He was still level of eye and voice。 〃Have you said anything to Paul about it？〃
〃About the letter？ No。 I haven't seen him since it came this morning。〃
Ned Beaumont picked the envelope up from the desk and put it in his inner coat…pocket。 The District Attorney； watching the letter go into the pocket； seemed unfortable； but he did not say anything。
Ned Beaumont said； when he had stowed the letter away and had brought a thin dappled cigar out of another pocket： 〃I don't think I'd say anything to him about it if I were you。 He's got enough on his mind。〃
Farr was saying； 〃Sure； whatever you say； Ned；〃 before Ned Beaumont had finished his speech。
After that neither of them said anything for a while during which Farr resumed his staring at the desk…corner and Ned Beaumont stared thoughtfully at Farr。 This period of silence was ended by a soft buzzing that came from under the District Attorney's desk。
Farr picked up his telephone and said： 〃Yes Yes。〃 His undershot lip crept out over the edge of the upper lip and his florid face became mottled。 〃The hell he's not！〃 he snarled。 〃Bring the bastard in and put him up against him and then if he don't we'll do some work on him。
Yes。 。 。 。 Do it。〃 He slammed the receiver on its prong and glared at Ned Beaumont。
Ned Beaumont had paused in the act of lighting his cigar。 It was in one hand。 His lighter； alight； was in the other。 His face was thrust forward a little between them。 His eyes glittered。 He put the tip of his tongue between his lips； withdrew it； and moved his lips in a smile that had nothing to do with pleasure。 〃News？〃 he asked in a low persuasive voice。
The District Attorney's voice was savage： 〃Boyd West； the other brother that identified Ivans。 I got to thinking about it when we were talking and sent out to see if he could still identify him。 He says he's not sure； the bastard。〃
Ned Beaumont nodded as if this news was not unexpected。 〃How'll that fix things？〃
〃He can't get away with it；〃 Farr snarled。 〃He identified him once and he'll stick to it when he gets in front of a jury。 I'm having him brought in now and by the time I get through with him he'll be a good boy。〃
Ned Beaumont said： 〃Yes？ And suppose he doesn't？〃
The District Attorney's desk trembled under a blow from the District Attorney's fist。 〃He will。〃
Apparently Ned Beaumont was unimpressed。 He lighted his cigar； extinguished and pocketed his lighter； blew smoke out； and asked in a mildly amused tone： 〃Sure he will； but suppose he doesn't？ Suppose he looks at Tim and says： 'I'm not sure that's him'？〃
Farr smote his desk again。 〃He won'tnot when I'm through with himhe won't do anything but get up in front of the jury and say： 'That's him。'〃
Amusement went out of Ned Beaumont's face and he spoke a bit wearily： 〃He's going to back down on the identification and you know he is。 Well； what can you do about it？ There's nothing you can do about it； is there？ It means your case against Tim Ivans goes blooey。 You found the carload of booze where he left it； but the only proof you've got that he was driving it when it ran down Norman West was the eyewitness testimony of his two brothers。 Well； if Francis is dead and Boyd's afraid to talk you've got no case and you know it。〃
In a loud enraged voice Farr began： 〃If you think I'm going to sit on my〃
But with an impatient motion of the hand holding his cigar Ned Beaumont interrupted him。 〃Sitting； standing； or riding a bicycle；〃 he said； 〃you're licked and you know it。〃
〃Do I？ I'm District Attorney of this city and county and I〃 Abruptly Farr stopped blustering。 He cleared his throat and swallowed。 Belligerence went out of his eyes； to be replaced first by confusion and then by something akin to fear。 He leaned across the desk； too worried to keep worry from showing in his florid face。 He said： 〃Of course you know if youif PaulI mean if there's any reason why I shouldn'tyou know we can let it go at that。〃
The smile that had nothing to do with pleasure was lifting the ends of Ned Beaumont's lips again and his eyes glittered through cigar…smoke。 He shook his head slowly and spoke slowly in an unpleasantly sweet tone： 〃No； Farr； there isn't any reason； or none of that kind。 Paul promised to spring Ivans after election； but。 believe it or not； Paul never had anybody killed and； even if he did； Ivans wasn't important enough to have anybody killed for。 No； Farr； there isn't any reason and I wouldn't like to think you were going around thinking there was。〃
〃For God's sake； Ned； get me right；〃 Farr protested。 〃You know damned well there's nobody in the city any stronger for Paul and for you than me。 You ought to know that。 I didn't mean anything by what I said except thatwell； that you can always count on me。〃
Ned Beaumont said； 〃That's fine；〃 without much enthusiasm and stood up。
Farr rose and came around the desk with a red hand out。 〃What's your hurry？〃 he asked。 〃Why don't you stick around and see how this West acts when they bring him in？ Or〃he looked at his watch〃what are you doing tonight？ How about going to dinner with me？〃
〃Sorry I can't；〃 Ned Beaumont replied。 〃I've got to run along。〃
He let Farr pump his hand up and down； murmured a 〃Yes； I will〃 in response to the District Attorney's insistence that he drop in often and that they get together some night； and went out。
3
Walter Ivans was standing beside one of a row of men operating nailing…machines in the box…factory where he was employed as foreman； when Ned Beaumont came in。 He saw Ned Beaumont at once and； hailing him with an uplifted hand； came down the center aisle； but in Ivans's china…blue eyes and round fair face there was somewhat less pleasure than he seemed to be trying to put there。
Ned Beaumont said； 〃'Lo； Walt；〃 and by turning slightly towards the door escaped the necessity of either taking or pointedly ignoring the shorter man's proffered hand。 〃Let's get out of this racket。〃
Ivans said something that was blurred by the din of metal driving metal into wood and they went to the open door by which Ned Beaumont had entered。 Outside was a wide platform of solid timber。 A flight of wooden steps ran down twenty feet to the ground。
They stood on the wooden platform and Ned Beaumont asked： 〃You know one of the witnesses against your brother was knocked off last night？〃
〃Y…yes； I saw it in the p…p…paper。〃
Ned Beaumont asked： 〃You know the other one's not sure now he can identify Tim？〃
〃N…no； I didn't know that； N…ned。〃
Ned Beaumont said： 〃You know if he doesn't Tim'll get off。〃
〃Y…yes。〃
Ned Beaumont said： 〃You don't look as happy about it as you ought to。〃
Ivans wiped his forehead with his shirt…sleeve。 〃B…b…but I am； N…ned； b…by God I am！〃
〃Did you know West？ The one that was killed。〃
〃N…no； except that I went to s…see him once； t…to ask him to g…go kind of easy on T…tim。〃
〃What'd he say？〃
〃He wouldn't。〃
〃When was that？〃
Ivans shifted his feet and wiped his face with his sleeve again。 〃T…t…two or three d…days ago。〃
Ned Beaumont asked softly： 〃Any idea who could have killed him； Walt？〃
Ivans shook his head violently from side to side。
〃Any idea who could've had him killed； Walt？〃
Ivans shook his head。
For a moment Ned Beaumont stared reflectively over Ivans's shoulder。 The clatter of the nailing…machines came through the door ten feet away and from another story came the whirr of saws。 Ivans drew in and expelled a long breath。
Ned Beaumont's mien had bee sympathetic when he transferred his gaze to the shorter man's china…blue eyes again。 He leaned down a little and asked： 〃Are you all right； Walt？ I mean there are going to be people who'll think maybe you might have shot West to save your brother。 Have you got？〃
〃I…I…I was at the C…club all last night； from eight o'clock t…t…till after t…two this morning；〃 Walter Ivans replied as rapidly as the impediment in his speech permitted。 〃Harry Sloss and B…ben Ferriss and Brager c…c…can tell you。〃
Ned Beaumont laughed。 〃That's a lucky break for you； Walt；〃 he said gaily。
He turned his back on Walter Ivans and went down the wooden steps to the street。 He paid no attention to Walter Ivans's very friendly 〃Good…by； Ned。〃
4
From the box…factory Ned Beaumont walked four blocks to a restaurant and used a telephone。 He called the four numbers he had called earlier in the day； asking again for Paul Madvig and； not getting him on the wire； left instructions for Madvig to call him。 Then he got a taxicab and went home。
Additional pieces of mail had been put with those already on the table by his door。 He hung up his hat and overcoat； lighted a cigar； and sat down with his mail in the largest of the red…plush chairs。 The fourth envelope he opened was similar to the one the District Attorney had shown him。 It contained a single sheet of paper bearing three typewritten sentences without salutation or signature：
Did you find Taylor Henry's body after he was dead or were you present when he was murdered？
Why did you not report his death until after the police had found the body？
Do you think you can save the guilty by manufacturing evidence against the innocent？
Ned Beaumont screwed up his eyes and wrinkled his forehead over this message and drew much smoke from his cigar。 He pared it with the one the District Attorney had received。 Paper and typing were alike； as were the manner in which each paper's three sentences were arranged and the time of the postmarks。
Scowling； he returned each to its envelope and put them in his pocket； only to take them out again immediately to reread and re…examine them。 Too rapid smoking made his cigar burn irregularly down one side。 He put the cigar on the edge of the table beside him with a grimace of distaste and picked at his mustache with nervous fingers。 He put the messages away once more and leaned back in his chair； staring at the ceiling and biting a finger…nail。 He ran fingers through his hair。 He put the end of a finger between his collar and his neck。 He sat up and took the envelopes out of his pocket again； but put them back without having looked at them。 He chewed his lower lip。 Finally he shook himself impatiently and began to read the rest of his mail。 He was reading it when the telephone…bell rang。
He went to the telephone。 〃Hello。 。 。 。 Oh； 'lo； Paul； where are you？ 。 。 。 How long will you be there？ 。 。 。 Yes； fine； drop in on your way。 。 。 。 Right； I'll be here。〃
He returned to his mail。
5
Paul Madvig arrived at Ned Beaumont's rooms as the bells in the grey church across the street were ringing the Angelus。 He came in saying heartily： 〃Howdy； Ned。 When'd you get back？〃 His big body was clothed in grey tweeds。
〃Late this morning；〃 Ned Beaumont replied as they shook hands。
〃Make out all right？〃
Ned Beaumont showed the edges of his teeth in a contented smile。 〃I got what I went afterall of it。〃
〃That's great。〃 Madvig threw his hat on a chair and sat on another beside the fireplace。
Ned Beaumont returned to his chair。 〃Anything happen while I was gone？〃 he asked as he picked up the half…filled cocktail…glass standing beside ti…me silver shaker on the table at his elbow。
〃We got the muddle on the sewer…contract straightened out。〃
Ned Beaumont sipped his cocktail and asked： 〃Have to n…make much of a cut？〃
〃Too much。 There won't be anything like the profit there ought to be； but that's better than taking a chance on stirring things up this close to election。 We'll make it up on the street…work next year when the Salem and Chestnut extensions go through。〃
Ned Beaumont nodded。 He was looking at the blond man's outstretched crossed ankles。 He said： 〃You oughtn't to wear silk socks with tweeds。〃