The Governor had been more influenced by watching the two as they

talked than by what he had heard.

"It seems to me, gentlemen," he suggested quietly, "that you are both

overlooking my presence." He turned to Callomb.

"Your coming, Sid, unless it was prearranged between the two of you

(which, since I know you, I know was not the case) has shed more light

on this matter than the testimony of a dozen witnesses. After all, I'm

still the Governor."

The militiaman seemed to have forgotten the existence of his

distinguished kinsman, and, at the voice, his eyes came away from the

face of the man he had not wanted to capture, and he shook his head.

"You are merely the head of the executive branch," he said. "You are

as helpless here as I am. Neither of us can interfere with the judicial

gentry, though we may know that they stink to high heaven with the

stench of blood. After a conviction, you can pardon, but a pardon won't

help the dead. I don't see that you can do much of anything, Crit."

"I don't know yet what I can do, but I can tell you I'm going to do

something," said the Governor. "You can just begin watching me. In the

meantime, I believe I am Commander-in-Chief of the State troops."

"And I am Captain of F Company, but all I can do is to obey the orders

of a bunch of Borgias."

"As your superior officer," smiled the Governor, "I can give you

orders. I'm going to give you one now. Mr. South has applied to me for

a pardon in advance of trial. Technically, I have the power to grant

that request. Morally, I doubt my right. Certainly, I shall not do it

without a very thorough sifting of evidence and grave consideration of

the necessities of the case--as well as the danger of the precedent.

However, I am considering it, and for the present you will parole your

prisoner in my custody. Mr. South, you will not leave Frankfort without

my permission. You will take every precaution to conceal your actual

identity. You will treat as utterly confidential all that has

transpired here--and, above all, you will not let newspaper men

discover you. Those are my orders. Report here tomorrow afternoon, and

remember that you are my prisoner."

Samson bowed, and left the two cousins together, where shortly they

were joined by the Attorney General. That evening, the three dined at

the executive mansion, and sat until midnight in the Governor's private

office, still deep in discussion. During the long session, Callomb

opened the bulky volume of the Kentucky Statutes, and laid his finger

on Section 2673.




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