Hashknife leaned in close and read:
MRS MORGAN PASSED AWAY SUDDENLY AND WAS BURIED LAST SUNDAY STOP TRACED SON TO DEPOT WHERE HE PURCHASED TICKET TO CAÑONVILLE.
J. E. BLAIR
Lem lifted his head and stared at Hashknife, who was smiling, as he copied the telegram on the back of an envelope.
‘What in hell does that mean?’ demanded Lem anxiously.
‘Looks as though young Morgan was Peter’s son, don’t it?’
‘By golly, it shore does, Hashknife! What made yuh think to come here and look for a telegram?’
‘A hunch.’
‘I’ll be darned. Hunch, eh? Wish I had hunches.’
‘What is it all about?’ asked Horton wonderingly.
‘Didn’t you do any wonderin’ when yuh got that telegram?’ asked Lem.