CHAPTER 6MRS. MURDER
Si Turner’s place lay on a slight rise of ground at the end of the village, and on the way to the shack they routed out Turner himself to conduct them to the old house. He was living in a new one, now—a tall, narrow house with two stories and an attic, the attic being Si Turner’s chief pride. Whenever he made a lucky strike in the hills and sold out his claim for a comfortable sum, the very first thing that he thought about was a house with an attic; for, as he explained to young Barry Litton, a one-story house was all right for a young fellow, but by the time a man had accumulated a past he needed some place to put it.
“There’s my old traps, for instance,” said Si Turner. “Why, some of them old bear traps of mine have got a history behind them. I tell you what, I ca
