him. But this move of his gave us a suspicion that maybe we 'd sized
him up wrong. It was just the kind of quiet warning that we 'd be
likely to give if we had cards up our sleeve that the other fellow did
n't know about. It looked as if he really could and would strike back
good and plenty if we pushed him too hard. So we sent word to our
crowd all over the Territory to keep quiet a while. And let me tell
you, life in New Mexico was not nearly so exciting for the next few
weeks as some of us had planned it should be.

"Still, I was n't quite satisfied about it. Somehow, the Governor did
n't seem to pan out to be just the kind of man who would give that kind
of a jolt to his enemies. He was too Eastern. I was still chawin' it
over in my mind, when one day I met Mrs. Coolidge, two or three weeks
after it happened and the first time I 'd seen her since. She was
lively and cordial, as she always was, and is; but as I shook hands
with her and looked her in the eyes she suddenly dropped her eyelids,
and a queer expression crossed her face. She had hold of herself again
in a second and was looking at me and smiling and talking. But that
second was enough. It flashed into my mind that she was the one who 'd
done it. I reckon I would n't have dared to bone her about it if I 'd
waited two minutes. But the impulse took me, and I just asked her
bluntly right then and there if it was she who had transferred that
Greaser from her husband's window to my door.

"She threw up her head and looked me square in the eyes--you know that
straight, frank gaze she has--frowned a little and said, 'Yes, I did
it. I thought your doorway was the rightful place for that corpse to
be found in.'

"Well, the joke of it and the pluck of her just struck me right where I