A number of horses were tied to the iron railing in front and among them I recognized Red Pepper.

I found the Colonel in the back room, a glass of mint julep at his elbow, an interested audience before him.

He was engaged in recounting the story of the missing bonds, and it was too late for me to interrupt.

He referred in the most casual manner to the hundred dollars his son had taken from the safe the night before, a fortunate circumstance, he added, or that too would have been stolen.
There was not the slightest suggestion in his tone that he and his son had had any words over this same hundred dollars.

The Gaylord pride could be depended on for hiding from the world what the world had no business in knowing.
The telegram to the detective agency, I found, had already been dispatched, and the Colonel was awaiting his answer.