"
"N-no, I hadn't heard about that." Peaceful pulled hard at his
beard so that his lips were drawn slightly apart. "I don't mind
telling yuh," he added slowly, "that I've got another lawyer
working on the case--Black. He hates Baumberger, and he'd like
to git something on him. I don't want Baumberger should know
anything about it, though. He takes it for granted I swallow
whole everything he says and does--but I don't. Not by a long
shot. Black'll ferret out any crooked work."
"He's a dandy if he catches Baumberger," Miss Georgie averred,
gloomily. "I tried a little detective work on my own account. I
hadn't any right; it was about the cipher messages Saunders used
to send and receive so often before your place was jumped. I was
dead sure it was old Baumberger at the other end, and I--well, I
struck up a mild sort of flirtation with the operator at
Shoshone." She smiled deprecatingly at Peaceful.
"I wanted to find out--and I did by writing a nice letter or two;
we have to be pretty cute about what we send over the wires," she
explained, "though we do talk back and forth quite a lot, too.
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