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"I' "I'd best be leaving I have a plane to catch at Kennedy in a few hours I'rateful for your hospitality"

"Before you go," said Magee, "I'd like to show you so"

The sculptor pushed himself from the chair and walked over to a door set in the middle of the far wall

He opened it to a darkened room and disappeared inside He

reappeared a fewkerosene lamp

"This way," he said,

Pitt entered, his nose sorting out the ed wood and leather fro the shadows that quivered under the soft flanized the interior as an office furnished with antiques A potbellied stove squatted in the h the roof The orange glow revealed a safe backed into a corner, its door decorated with the painting of a covered wagon crossing the prairie

Two desks sat against a wall of s One was a rolltop with an old-fashioned telephone perched on its surface, the other was long and flat and supported a large cabinet filled with pigeonholes On the edge, in front of a leather-cushioned tilt back chair, there was a telegraph key whose wires angled up and through the ceiling

The walls held a Seth Tho a a tray stacked with bottles of beer advertising the Ruppert Brewery on 94th Street in New York City, and a Feeney & Company insurance calendar dated May 1914

"Saee said proudly "I've recreated it exactly as it was on the night of the robbery"

"Then your house"

"Is the original Wacketshire station," Magee finished "The farht the property from used it to store feed for his cows Annie and I restored the building A pity you haven't seen it in daylight The architecture has a distinctive design Ornate trihteen eighties"

"You've done a remarkable job of preservation," Pitt complimented him

"Yes, it's been given a better fate than es What used to be the freight area is now bedroo room"

"The furnishings, are they original?" Pitt asked, touching the telegraph key