CHAPTER XXVIn El Paso
I had hardly stood 15 minutes—from noontime on—at the cornerstone corner of the big new El Paso City Hall, on the day following the night I reached El Paso, before he came. Charon—no less! Charon—of Marty O’Dell’s long unfinished letter! No messenger, but Charon himself—in person!—as he proved shortly to be. Beneath my left arm I hugged the perforated shoebox. Above me, the new edifice of yellow brick devoted to City and County politics reared its 10 stories skyward, and directly back of me, where its two facades came together, stood the great block of granite with its battery of names chiselled therein commemorating the politicians who had probably grafted no less than half the cost of the entire structure. On the two widened and, it seems, newly named streets inter
