One sultry morning about six weeks later, Luther Dean got off a train
at Springfield. Along the shady side of the main street he walked.
He walked faster than usual. His eyes, his hot, perspiring face and
general manner showed suppressed excitement. And why not? Wealth, and
without labor, would soon be his.
A few blocks from the station he turned into another street, then, not
far from the corner he entered a small shop. On the front window of the
shop were these words: