But the next day after the last arrest, a man from New
York, who looked like a doctor, made a visit. The secret-service
man on the job didn't dare leave the house to follow him, but as he
never came again perhaps it doesn't matter. Since then the house
has been closed."
The telephone rang. It was Burke's office calling him. As he
talked we could gather that something tragic must have happened at
Riverwood, and we could hardly wait until he had finished.
"There has been an accident up there," he remarked as he hung up
the receiver rather petulantly. "They returned in the car this
afternoon with a large package in the back of the tonneau. But
they didn't stay long. After dark they started out again in the
car. The accident was at the bad railroad crossing just above
Riverwood. It seems Williams's car got stalled on the track just
as the Buffalo express was due. No one saw it, but a man in a buggy
around the bend in the road heard a woman scream. He hurried down.
The train had smashed the car to bits. How the woman escaped was
a miracle, but they found the man's body up the tracks, horribly
mangled. It was Williams, they say. They identified him by the
clothes and by letters in his pockets. But my man tells me he found
a watch on him with 'W.
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