waited through her long pause, "hear the name Markyn?"
He considered, in his panic, how to answer that. "Yes'm."
"Where?"
"It's on wagons."
"Yes; on trucks. The Markyn Transfer Company—that is what you mean?"
"Yes'm."
"You've never heard it anywhere else?"
"No'm."
She paused again. "Or," she said nervously, "the name Lampert?"
He swallowed. "No'm."
"You might know the man without knowing his name—a very big, rough man. He used to be a barn boss once for that company we just spoke about—the Markyn Company. Do you know any barn boss? Do you know any man like that?"
"No'm."
He watched anxiously to see what the result of his replies had been. He thought relievedly that he saw conviction forming in her now that
