Benson stepped to the door communicating with the outer office, and closed it quietly.
"Your man Hallock out there; how is he mixed up with Flemister?"
"I don't know. Why?"
"Because, the day before yesterday, when I was on the Little Butte station platform, talking with Goodloe, I saw Flemister and Hallock walking down the new spur together. When they saw me, they turned around and began to walk back toward the mine."
"Hallock had business with Flemister, I know that much, and he took half a day off Thursday to go and see him," said the superintendent.
"Do you happen to know what the business was?"
"Yes, I do. He went at my request."
"H'm," said Benson, "another string broken. Never mind; I've got to catch that train."
"Still after those bridge-timbers?"
"Still after the boards they have probably been sawed into. And before I get back I am going to know what's at the upper end of that old Silver Switch 'Y' spur."