Honoria, and Patricia had gone out to dinner somewhere--place unknown to
the obliging room clerk.
Ranlett had tried ineffectually to get to the private car, having for
his object the interviewing of the vice-president, but there had been
curious obstructions. The lower yard was apparently carefully guarded,
since the reporter had been turned back at three or four different
points when he had attempted to cross the tracks. Blount thought it a
little singular that the vice-president should come to the capital
secretly, but he did not stop to speculate upon this.
Having something more than a suspicion that Gantry had not properly
passed the threat of exposure up to McVickar, he determined at once to
seek an interview with the vice-president. Walking rapidly down to the
Sierra Avenue station, he saw a light in Gantry's office, and meaning to
be fair first and severe afterward, if needful, he ran up the stair and
tried the door of the traffic manager's office. It opened under his
hand, and he found Gantry sitting at his desk.
"Ranlett tells me that Mr. McVickar is in town," he began abruptly.
"Where is he?"
"Ranlett is mistaken--about twenty minutes mistaken," was Gantry's
reply. "Mr. McVickar passed through here a few minutes ago on his way to
Twin Canyons City. His special has been gone some little time.
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