Chapter 16: Farr Has a Vision and Closes His Lips

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌​‌​​‌⁠Walker Farr put aside papers upon which he had been working since he had eaten his modest supper, and pulled on his coat and went forth into the evening. He strolled up one of the streets in the Eleventh Ward of Marion, manifestly glad to be out among the people.

He stopped at the curb and hailed the driver of a truck-wagon which was loaded down with kegs and jugs.

“Marston,” he said, when the drive