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All
the
rage
which
he
could
not
pour
upon
Kip
Chalmers
,
was
poured
over
the
telephone
wire
upon
Clifton
Locey
.
"
Do
something
!
"
screamed
Taggart
.
"
I
don
’
t
care
what
you
do
,
it
’
s
your
job
,
not
mine
,
but
see
to
it
that
that
train
gets
through
!
What
in
hell
is
going
on
?
I
never
heard
of
the
Comet
being
held
up
!
Is
that
how
you
run
your
department
?
It
’
s
a
fine
thing
when
important
passengers
have
to
start
sending
messages
to
me
!
At
least
,
when
my
sister
ran
the
place
,
I
wasn
’
t
awakened
in
the
middle
of
the
night
over
every
spike
that
broke
in
Iowa
—
Colorado
,
I
mean
!
"
"
I
’
m
so
sorry
,
Jim
,
"
said
Clifton
Locey
smoothly
,
in
a
tone
that
balanced
apology
,
reassurance
and
the
right
degree
of
patronizing
confidence
.
"
It
’
s
just
a
misunderstanding
.
It
’
s
somebody
’
s
stupid
mistake
.
Don
’
t
worry
,
I
’
ll
take
care
of
it
.
I
was
,
as
a
matter
of
fact
,
in
bed
,
but
I
’
ll
attend
to
it
at
once
.
"
Clifton
Locey
was
not
in
bed
;
he
had
just
returned
from
a
round
of
night
clubs
,
in
the
company
of
a
young
lady
.
He
asked
her
to
wait
and
hurried
to
the
offices
of
Taggart
Transcontinental
.
None
of
the
night
staff
who
saw
him
there
could
say
why
he
chose
to
appear
in
person
,
but
neither
could
they
say
that
it
had
been
unnecessary
.
He
rushed
in
and
out
of
several
offices
,
was
seen
by
many
people
and
gave
an
impression
of
great
activity
.
The
only
physical
result
of
it
was
an
order
that
went
over
the
wires
to
Dave
Mitchum
,
superintendent
of
the
Colorado
Division
:
"
Give
an
engine
to
Mr
.
Chalmers
at
once
.
Send
the
Comet
through
safely
and
without
unnecessary
delay
.
If
you
are
unable
to
perform
your
duties
,
I
shall
hold
you
responsible
before
the
Unification
Board
.
Clifton
Locey
.
"
Then
,
calling
his
girl
friend
to
join
him
,
Clifton
Locey
drove
to
a
country
roadhouse
—
to
make
certain
that
no
one
would
be
able
to
find
him
in
the
next
few
hours
.
The
dispatcher
at
Silver
Springs
was
baffled
by
the
order
that
he
handed
to
Dave
Mitchum
,
but
Dave
Mitchum
understood
.
He
knew
that
no
railroad
order
would
ever
speak
in
such
terms
as
giving
an
engine
to
a
passenger
;
he
knew
that
the
thing
was
a
show
piece
,
he
guessed
what
sort
of
show
was
being
staged
,
and
he
felt
a
cold
sweat
at
the
realization
of
who
was
being
framed
as
the
goat
of
the
show
.
"
What
’
s
the
matter
,
Dave
?
"
asked
the
trainmaster
.
Mitchum
did
not
answer
.
He
seized
the
telephone
,
his
hands
shaking
as
he
begged
for
a
connection
to
the
Taggart
operator
in
New
York
,
He
looked
like
an
animal
in
a
trap
.
He
begged
the
New
York
operator
to
get
him
Mr
.
Clifton
Locey
’
s
home
.
The
operator
tried
.
There
was
no
answer
.
He
begged
the
operator
to
keep
on
trying
and
to
try
every
number
he
could
think
of
,
where
Mr
.
Locey
might
be
found
.
The
operator
promised
and
Mitchum
hung
up
,
but
knew
that
it
was
useless
to
wait
or
to
speak
to
anyone
in
Mr
.
Locey
’
s
department
.
