"Now then, you write," directed Denny. "Mind you, Forgan is in this with me. You write."
"Write what?"
"Your resignation from railroad service."
"Whew!" exclaimed Ralph, putting down the pen forcibly.
"Looks hard, does it?" chuckled Denny.
"Why—yes."
"You'll do it, just the same," predicted the big watchman. "That resignation goes to headquarters. That ends Ralph Fairbanks, wiper, doesn't it?"
"I suppose it does—it looks very much like it!" added Ralph vaguely.
"It baffles Mr. Inspector Bardon, who drops the matter, beaten."
"But I've got to work for a living," suggested Ralph, in a half-troubled way.
"All right, we've fixed that—that's another section of the same game. Write out your resignation, and I'll tell you something interesting. Good!"
With complacency and satisfaction the watchman folded up and pocketed the resignation that Ralph wrote and handed him with evident reluctance.
"That settles the fact that Ralph Fairbanks is
