inspector would not be along for a couple of days. It would simply mean
that a number of cars would go around by the way of Sabbath Valley for
a day or so. It might break up a little of the quiet of the Sabbath day
at home, but Billy did not feel that that would permanently injure
Sabbath Valley for home purposes, and he felt sure that no one could
possibly ever detect his hand in the matter.

The road at the forks led four ways, Highway, coming from New York and
the Great North East, running North and South, and the Cross road
coming from Economy and running through Sabbath Valley to Monopoly. He
had made the Detour below the Cross Road, so that people coming from
Economy would find no hindrance to their progress. He felt great
satisfaction in the whole matter.

And now there remained but to do his part and get his money. He thought
he saw a way to make sure of that money, and his conscience had no
qualms for extracting it from so crooked a thief as Pat.

The clock on the church tower at Sabbath Valley was finishing the last
stroke of eleven when Billy came slickly up the slope of the road from
Sabbath Valley, and arrived on the station platform nonchalantly.

By the light of the moon he could dimly see Pat standing uneasily off
by the tracks, and the heads of two men down below in the bushes near
the lower end of the Highway where it crossed the tracks and swept on
South between two mountains.

Pat held his watch in his hand and looked very ugly, but nothing fazed
Billy. He didn't have to carry this thing out if he didn't want to, and
the man knew he knew too much to be ugly to him.