James P. Hazlett.
There followed this a dozen words, signifying amounts from ten thousand dollars upwards.
Lawyer Hazlett received a telegram:
Will reach Slocum Junction at twelve to-morrow. Arrange special train on the Farmers’ Road to Bunkerville to be at Junction.
Steele.
The moment Blair’s name caught John Steele’s eye in the lawyer’s letter, he knew that Rockervelt was at last alert and of course could outbid him a thousand to one.
When the Greased Lightning Express stopped at Slocum Junction on this occasion, John Steele had ample time to reach the platform, because the express detached itself from a sumptuous private car before it pursued its journey further west.
“Aha!” said John to himself, “friend Blair travels in style.”
The station-master greeted Steele with the cordiality of an old friend.
“Here is a letter which lawyer Hazlett sent out to be handed to you as soon as you arrived, and wished you to read it at once.”