floor was taken up by two large waiting rooms, the ticket office, and a
baggage room. Entering through the big doorway in the centre, you ascended
a few steps, passed through the waiting room, then up some more steps and
across a covered iron bridge which spanned a narrow alley. This bridge
connected the station proper with the train shed.

The offices of the company occupied the two upper floors. The same
stairway that led to the bridge doubled on itself and zigzagged up the
rest of the way. As you reached the second floor, the office of the
Superintendent was before you, across the hall. To your right were large
rooms occupied by various branches of the clerical force, while to your
left the first door bore the word "Treasurer," and the second was lettered
"President." The Treasurer's office was a large room, cut off at the rear
by a vault which contained the more valuable of the company's books and
papers: the main vault was downstairs. A narrow passage between the vault
and the partition led to a small window which overlooked the train shed
and the alley. On one side of this passage was the vault entrance, on the
other was a door which had been cut through the partition into the
President's private office.

Early on Monday morning, after a brief survey of the various officers and
a few words with the Superintendent, Harvey assumed the direction of the
road and established himself in the President's room, while a big deputy
sat at the desk in the outer office. The night before, at the Illinois
House, Jim and Harvey had talked until late, discussing every detail of
the situation. Jim had gone over the fight of Saturday, winding up with a
few words of advice.

"We'll have trouble," he said. "Porter isn't going to let things slip away
any easier than he has to. The safe plan is to suspect everything and