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"I have a few questions"

Young's eyebrows raised above his glasses "Oh my, now you have tickled my curiosity You're not with the FBI are you? Over the phone you siovernment"

"No, I'm not with the FBI And I'm not on the payroll of Internal Revenue, either My department is welfare It's my job to track down the authenticity of pension claims"

"Then how can I help you?"

"My particular project at theaccident that took the lives of nine men One of the victim's descendants has filed for a pension I'm here to check the validity of the clai, was recoly described you as a walking encyclopedia on Westernhistory"

"A bit of an exaggeration," Young said, "but I'm flattered, nonetheless"

The drinks arrived and they sipped them for a minute Donner took the time to study the pictures of turn-of-the-century Colorado silver kings that hung on the walls Their faces all projected the sa to ance

"Tell me, Mr Donner, how can anyone file a pension claim on a seventy-six-year-old accident?"

"It seems thedidn't receive all she was entitled to," Donner said, skating onto unsure ice "Her daughter is de the back pay, so to speak"

"I see," Young said He stared across the table speculatively and then began idly tapping his spoon against a plate "Which of the el disaster are you interested in?"

"My co his napkin self-consciously "You don't miss a trick"

"It's nothing, really A seventy-six-year-oldIt could only be the Little Angel disaster"

"The man's name was Brewster"

Young stared at hied his spoon against the table top "Joshua Hays Brewster," he murmured the name "Born to William Buck Brewster and Hettie Masters in Sidney, Nebraska, on April 4or was it April 5, 1878"

Donner's eyes opened wide "How could you possibly know all that?"