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shoulders and his gestures. The train whistled. The two youths got on. Horace stepped
back around the comer of the station.
When his train came he saw Snopes get on ahead of him and enter the smoker.
Horace knocked out his pipe and entered the day coach and found a seat at the rear,
facing backward.
XX
As Horace was leaving the station at Jefferson. A townward-bound car slowed beside
him. It was the taxi which he used to go out to his sister's. "I'll give you a ride, this time,"
the driver said.
"Much obliged," Horace said. He got in. When the car entered the square, the
courthouse clock said only twenty minutes past eight, yet there was no light in the hotel
room window. "Maybe the child's asleep," Horace said. He said, "If you'll just drop me at
the hotel-" Then he found that the driver was watching him, with a kind of discreet
curiosity.
"You been out of town today," the driver said.
"Yes," Horace said. "What is it? What happened here today?"
"She aint staying at the hotel anymore. I heard Mrs. Walker taken her in at the
jail."
"Oh," Horace said. "I'll get out at the hotel."
The lobby was empty. After a moment the proprietor appeared: a tight, iron-gray
man with a toothpick, his vest open upon a neat paunch. The woman was not there. "It's
these church ladies," he said. He lowered his voice, the toothpick in his fingers. "They
come in this morning. A committee of them. You know how it is, I reckon."
"You mean to say you let the Baptist church dictate who your guests shall be?"
"It's them ladies. You know how it is, once they get set on a thing. A man might
just as well give up and do like they say. Of course, with me--"
"By God, if there was a man--"
"Shhhhhh," the proprietor said. 'You know how it is when them--"
"But of course there wasn't a man who would--And you call yourself one, that'll
let--"
"I got a certain position to keep up myself," the proprietor said in a placative tone.
"If you come right down to it." He stepped back a little, against the desk. "I reckon I can
say who'll stay in my house and who won't," he said. "And I know some more folks
around here that better do the same thing. Not no mile off, neither. I aint beholden to no
man. Not to you, noways."
"Where is she now? or did they drive her out of town?"
"That aint my affair, where folks go after they check out," the proprietor said,
turning his back. He said: "I reckon somebody took her in, though."
"Yes," Horace said. "Christians. Christians." He turned toward the door. The
proprietor called him. He turned. The other was taking a paper down from a pigeon-hole.
Horace returned to the desk. The paper lay on the desk. The proprietor leaned with his
hands on the desk, the toothpick tilted in his mouth.