28 The chase in the storm. When we reached the entrance to our corridors on Montgomery Street, the rain had once more begun to fall, gently now, but the gusts of damp wind from the south promised more and worse to follow. �Hello!� cried the first man, starting back. �What's this?� the line stopped and I moved forward. �What is it?� I asked. �A message for you, Mr. Wilton� said a voice suddenly from the recess of the doorway. �Give it to me,� I said. A slip of paper was thrust into my hand and I passed up the stairs. �I'll wait for you� said the messenger, and at the first gas-jet that burned at the head of the stairs I stopped to read the address. It was in the hand of the unknown and my fatigue and indifference were gone in a moment. I trembled as I tore open the envelope and read, �Follow the bearer of this note at twelve-thirty. Come alone and armed. It is important.� There was no signature. If this meant anything it meant that I was to meet the unknown and perhaps to search the heart of the mystery. I had been heavy with fatigue and drowsy with want of sleep, but at this thought the energies of life were once more fresh within me. With my newfound knowledge it might be more important than even the unknown was aware that we should meet. To me the map, the absence of Darby Meeker and his men, the mysterious hints of murder and death that had come from the lips of Mother Borton, were but vaguely suggestive. But to the unknown, with her full knowledge of the objects sought by the enemy and the motives that animated their ceaseless pursuit, the darkness might be luminous, the obscurity clear. The men had waited a minute for me as I read the note. �Go to your rooms and get some rest,� I said. �I am called away. Trent will be in charge and I will send word to him if I need any of you.� They looked at me in blank protest. �You're not going alone, sir!� cried Owens in a tone of alarm. �Oh, no! But I shall not need a guard.� I hoped heartily that I did not. The men shook their heads doubtfully and I continued, �Corson will be down from the central station in fifteen or twenty minutes. Just tell him that I've been sent for, and to come to-morrow if he can make it in his way. And bidding them good night I ran hastily down the stairs before any of the men could frame his protest into words. �Are you ready, sir?� asked the messenger. �It is close on half-past twelve,� I answered. �Where is she?� �It's not far,� said my guide evasively. I understood the danger of speech and did not press for an answer. We plunged down Montgomery Street in the teeth of the wind that dashed the spray in our faces at one moment, lulled an instant the better to deceive the unwary, and then leaped at us from behind corners with the impetuous rush of some great animal that turned to vapor as it reached us. The street was dark except for the newspaper offices, which glowed bright with lights on both sides of the way, busy with the only signs of life that the storm and the midnight hour had left. With the lighted buildings behind us we turned down California Street.   Here perhaps was the person about whom centered so many of my hopes and fears, in whose service I had faced death and whose words might serve to make plain the secret springs of the mystery. As we neared the hack my guide gave a short suppressed whistle, and passing before me flung open the door to the vehicle and motioned me to enter. I glanced about with some lack of confidence oppressing my spirits, but I had gone too far to retreat and stepped into the hack. Instead of following the guide closed the door gently. I heard him mount the seat by the driver, and in a moment we were in motion. Was I alone? I had expected to find the unknown, but the dark interior gave no sign of a companion. Then the magnetic suggestion of the presence of another came to my spirit, and a faint perfume put all my senses on the alert. It was the scent that had come to me with the letters of the unknown. A slight movement made me certain that someone sat in the farther corner of the carriage. Was it the unknown or some agent? And if it proved to be the unknown, was she the lady I had met in cold business greeting in the courtyard of the palace hotel? I waited impatiently for the first street-lamp to throw a gleam of light into the carriage, but when it came I was little the wiser. I could see faintly the outlines of a figure shrouded in black that leaned in the corner, motionless, save for the swaying and pitching of the hack as it rolled swiftly down the street. The situation became a little embarrassing. Was it my place to speak first, I wondered? At last I could endure the silence no longer. Quite an unpleasant evening, I remarked politely. There was a rustle of movement, the sound of a short gasp, and a soft mournful voice broke in my ear. Mr. Dudley, can you forgive me? The astonishment I felt to hear my own name once more, the name that seemed now to belong to a former state of existence, was swallowed up as the magnetic tones carried their revelation to my mind. I was stricken dumb for a moment at the discovery they had brought. Then I gasped, Mrs. Knapp! Yes, Mrs. Knapp, she said with a mournful laugh. Did you never suspect? I was lost in wonder and confusion and even yet could not understand. What brings you out in this storm? I asked, completely mystified. I thought I was to meet another person. Indeed, said Mrs. Knapp with a spark of animation, well, I am the other person. I was paralyzed in mind and nerve for a moment with the astonishment of the disclosure. Even yet I could not believe. You, I exclaimed at last, are you the protector of the boy, the employer? Then I stopped, the tangle in my mind beginning to straighten out. I am she, said Mrs. Knapp gently. Then I cried, who is he? What is he? What is the whole dreadful affair about? And what, Mrs. Knapp interrupted me. First, tell me what has become of Henry Wilton, she said with sorrow in her voice. The dreadful scene in the alley flashed before my mind. He is dead. Dead and how? Murdered. I feared so. I was certain, or he would have let me know. You have much to tell me. But first, did he leave no papers in your hands? I brought out the slip that bore the blind diagram and the blinded description that accompanied it. Nothing could be made of it in the darkness, so I described it as well as I could. We are on the right track, said Mrs. Knapp. Oh, why didn't I have that yesterday? But here we are at the wharf. The hack had stopped and a hand was fumbling at the door. The darkness, the dash of water, the wind whistling about the crazy wooden buildings and through the rigging of ships, made the waterfront vocal with a shouting of the storm-demons as we alighted. My guide was before us and we followed him down the pier, struggling against the gusts. Do we cross the bay, I asked, as Mrs. Knapp clung to my arm? It's not safe for you in a small boat. There's a tug waiting for us, Mrs. Knapp explained. A moment later we saw its lights and the fire of its engine room shot a cheerful glow into the storm. The little vessel swung uneasily at its berth as we made our way aboard and with shouts of men and clang of bells it was soon tossing on the dark waters of the bay. Out from the shelter of the wharves the wind buffeted us wildly and the black waves were threshed into phosphorescent foam against the sides of the tug while their crests, self-luminous, stretched away in changing lines of faint ghostly fire. The cabin of the tug was fitted with a shelf-table and over it swung a lamp of brass that gave a dim light to the little room. Mrs. Knapp seated herself here as the boat pitched and tossed and trembled at the strokes of the waves and quivered to the throbbing of the screw, spread out the paper I had given her and studied the diagram and the jumble of letters with anxious attention. "'It is the same,' she said at last, in part at least. "'The same as what?' I asked. "'As the one I got word of to-night, you know,' she replied. "'No, I didn't know. "'Of course not,' said Mrs. Knapp. "'But you might have guessed that I got my summons after you left this evening. I should have spoken to you then, if I had known. I was near coming to an explanation as it was. "'There are a good many things I haven't guessed,' I confessed. "'But,' she continued, returning to the map, "'this gives a different place. I was to go to the cross-road here,' indicating the mark at the last branch. "'I'm glad to hear that,' said I, taking out the diagram I had found in the citadel of the enemy. This seems to point to a different place, too, and I really hope that the gentleman who drew this map is a good way off from the truth.' "'Where did you get this?' exclaimed Mrs. Knapp. "'I described the circumstances in as few words as I could command. "'They are ahead of us,' she said in alarm. "'They have started first, I suppose,' was my suggestion. "'And they have the right road. Then our only hope is that they may not know the right place. "'God grant it,' said Mrs. Knapp. She was silent for a few minutes, and I saw that her eyes were filled with tears. I was moved by her signs of feeling. I thought they were for the boy, and was about to ask what would happen to him in case he was found by the enemy when she said, "'Now tell me about Henry Wilton, how he died, and when?' Again the vision of my first dreadful night in San Francisco rose before me. The cries for help from my murdered friend rang in my ears, and the seam in the alley and the figure in the morgue burned before my eyes. I told the tale as it had happened, and as I told it, I read in the face before me the varying emotions of alarm, horror, and grief that were stirred by its incidents. But one thing I could not tell her. The wolf face I had seen in the lantern flash in the alley I could not name nor describe to the wife of Dodridge Knapp. Yet at the thought the dark mystery grew darker yet, and I began to doubt what my eyes had seen and my ears had heard. Mrs. Knapp bowed her head in deep, gloomy thought. I feared it, yet he would not listen to my warnings, she murmured. He would work his own way. Then she looked me suddenly straight in the face. "'And why did you take his place, his name? Why did you try to do his work when you had seen the dreadful end to which it had brought him?' I confessed that it was half through the insistence of Detective Coogan that I was Henry Wilton, half through the course of events that seemed to make it the easiest road to reach the vengeance that I had vowed to bring the murderer of my friend. "'Are you bent on avenging him?' asked Mrs. Knapp thoughtfully. "'I have promised it. You shall have the chance.' "'Strange thought,' she said gloomily, that the dead hand of Henry Wilton may reach out from beyond the grave and strike at his slayer when he least expects it. I was more than ever mystified at these words. I had not expected her to take so philosophically to the idea of hanging Dodgerage Knapp, and I thought it best to hold my tongue. "'I have marveled at you,' said Mrs. Knapp after a pause. "'I marvel at you yet. You have carried off your part well.' "'Not well enough, it seems, to deceive you,' I said, a little bitterly. "'You should not have expected to deceive me,' said Mrs. Knapp. "'But you can imagine the shock I had when I saw that it was not Henry Wilton who had come among us that first night when I called you from Mr. Knapp's room. "'You certainly succeeded in concealing any surprise you may have felt,' I said. "'You are a better actor than I,' Mrs. Knapp smiled. It was more than surprise, it was consternation,' she said. I had been anxious at receiving no word from Henry. I suppose you got my notes. And when I saw you I was torn with doubts, wondering whether anything had happened to Henry, whether he had sent you in his stead as a practical joke, whether you knew much or little or nothing of our affairs. In short, I was overwhelmed. "'I didn't suppose I was quite so poor an imposter,' I said apologetically, with a qualm at the word. "'Though I did get some hint of it,' I added, with a painful recollection of the candid statement of opinion I had received from the daughter of the house. "'Oh, you did very well,' said Mrs. Knapp kindly. But no one could have been successful in that house. Luella was quite outraged over it, but I managed to quiet her. "'I hope Mrs. Knapp has not retained the unfavorable impressions of, uh...,' I stammered in much confusion. Mrs. Knapp gave me a keen glance. "'You know she has not,' she said. I felt a subconscious impression somehow that after all Mrs. Knapp would have been better pleased if Luella had kept nearer to her first impressions of me. "'Well,' continued Mrs. Knapp, when I saw you and guessed that something had happened to Henry Wilton and found that you knew little of what was going on, I changed the plan of campaign. I did not know that you were one to be trusted, but I saw that you could be used to keep the others in a false scent, for you deceived everybody but us. "'There was one other,' I said. "'Mother Borton,' inquired Mrs. Knapp. "'Yes, I learned that she knew you. But to everyone else in the city, you were Henry Wilton. I feared, though, you would make some mistake that would betray you and spoil my plans. But you have succeeded marvelously.' Mrs. Knapp paused a moment and then continued slowly. It was cruel of me. I knew that it was sending you to face death. But I was alarmed, angry at the imposition, and felt that you had brought it on yourself. Can you forgive me?' "'I have nothing to forgive,' I said. "'I would have spoken when I found you for what you are,' said Mrs. Knapp. But I thought until the Livermore trip that you could serve me best as you were doing.' "'It was blind work,' I said. "'It was blind enough for you, not for me. I was deceived in one thing, however. I thought that you had no papers, nothing from Henry that could help or hurt. The first night you came to us, I had Henry's room thoroughly searched. "'Oh, I was indebted to you for that attention,' I exclaimed. I gave our friends of the other house the credit.' Mrs. Knapp smiled again. "'I thought it necessary. It was the chance that you did not sleep there that night that kept this paper out of my hands weeks ago.' "'I have always kept it with me,' I said. "'I did not need it till Sunday,' continued Mrs. Knapp. "'I have been worried much at the situation of the boy, but I did not dare go near him. Henry and I decided that his hiding-place was not safe. We had talked of moving him a few days before you came. When I found that Henry had disappeared I was anxious to make the change, but I could not venture to attempt it until the others were out of town, for I knew I was watched. Then I was assured from Mother Borton that they did not know where the boy was hidden, and I let the matter rest. But a few days ago, on Saturday, she sent me word that she thought they had found the place. Then it came to me to send you to Livermore with the other boy. "'Oh, I hope no harm came to this little fellow,' she exclaimed anxiously. "'He's safe at my rooms in charge of Wainwright,' I said. He got back on the morning train and can be had for the asking. "'Oh, I'm so glad,' said Mrs. Knapp. "'I was afraid something would happen to him, but I had to take desperate chances. "'Well, you see my plan succeeded. They all followed you. But when I went to the hiding-place, the boy was gone. Henry had moved him weeks ago, and had died before he could tell me. Then I thought you might know more than you had told me, that Henry Wilton might have got you to help him when he made the change, and I wrote to you. "'And the key,' I said, remembering the expression of the note, "'did you mean this diagram?' "'No,' said Mrs. Knapp. "'I meant the key to our cipher code. I was looking over Henry's letters for some hint of a hiding place, and could not find the key to the cipher. I thought you might have been given one. I found mine this afternoon, though, and there was no need of it, so it didn't matter after all.' The pitching and tossing of the boat had ceased for some minutes, and at this point the captain of the tug opened the cabin. "'Excuse me,' he said apologetically, uncertain whether to address Mrs. Knapp or me, and including us both in the question. But where did you want to land?' "'At Broadway,' said Mrs. Knapp. "'Then you're there,' said the captain. And a minute later, with clang of bells and groan of engine, we were at the wharf and were helped ashore. On this side of the bay the wind had fallen, and there were signs of a break in the clouds. The darkness of the hour was dimly broken by the rays from the lines of street lamps that stretched at intervals on both sides of Broadway, making the gloom of the place and hour even more oppressive. "'Tell the captain to wait here for us with fires up,' said Mrs. Knapp. "'The carriage should be somewhere around here,' she continued, peering anxiously about as we reached the foot of the wharf. The low buildings by the railroad track were but piles of blackness, and about them I could see nothing. "'This way,' said a familiar voice, and a man stepped from the shadow. "'Dicky, no,' I exclaimed. "'Mr. Wilton,' mimicked Dicky. "'But it's just as well not to speak so loud. Here you are. I put the hacks lights out just to escape unpleasant remark. We had better be moving, for it's a stiffish drive of six or seven miles. If you'll get in, I'll keep the seat with the driver and tell him the way to go.' Mrs. Knapp entered the carriage and called to me to follow her. I remembered Mother Borton's warnings and my doubts of Dicky Null. "'You're certain you know where you're going?' I asked him in an undertone. "'No, I'm not,' said Dicky, frankly. "'I've found a man who says he knows. We are to meet him. We'll get there between three and four o'clock. He won't say another word to anybody but her or you.  Meeker's gang is ahead of us. Is the driver reliable?' "'Right as a judge,' said Dicky cheerfully. "'Now, if you'll get in with Madam, we won't be wasting time here.' I stepped into the carriage. Dicky Null closed the door softly and climbed on the seat by the driver, and in a moment we were rolling up Broadway in the gloomy stillness of the early morning hour. CHAPTER XXIX In the tumult of conflicting thoughts that assailed me as we entered on the last stage of our journey, the idea of the perils that might lie ahead fixed my attention for the moment, and I began to feel alarm for the safety of my companion. "'Mrs. Knapp,' I said, there is no need for you to take this journey. You had better stop in Oakland for the rest of the night.' "'I must go,' she replied. "'There is danger,' I argued. You should not expose yourself to the chances of a brush with the enemy. It is a wet, cold ride, and there may be bullets flying at the end of it.' Mrs. Knapp gave a shudder, but she spoke firmly. "'I could not rest. I could not stay away. It may be important that I should be there. It will be important, if we find the boy. You do not know him. Mr. Null does not know him. None of my men seem to know him,' I interrupted. That is, if anyone may judge by the way they were all taken in and the boy you sent to Livermore. I think none of them ever saw his face, though some of them were with Henry Wilton when he first took the boy, and afterward. The enemy seemed to know him, said I, remembering the scene at Livermore. Terrell knows him, but I think none of the other agents could be certain of his face, unless it is Mr. Meeker. But truly I must go. "'You are very brave,' I said, admiring her spirit, though I was loath to have the responsibility of her safety on my hands. "'Without you I should not dare to go, I fear,' she made answer. "'I need a strong arm to lean on, you see.' You may wish later that you had chosen a cavalier with two strong arms to his equipment. I fear I shouldn't do so well in a hand-to-hand encounter, as I should have done before I met Mr. Terrell last night. "'Oh, I hope it will not come to that,' said Mrs. Knapp cheerfully, though there was a little tremor in her voice. "'What if they have seized the boy?' Mrs. Knapp was silent for a little, as if this contingency had not entered her plans. "'We must follow him and save him, even if we have to raise the whole county to do it.' Her voice was firm and resolute. "'What would happen to the boy if he were taken?' I found courage to ask.' "'He would not live a month,' she replied. "'Would he be murdered?' "'I don't know how the end would come, but I know he would die.' I was in the shadow of the mystery. A hundred questions rose to my lips, but behind them all frowned the grim wolf visage of Dodridge Knapp, and I could not find the courage that could make me speak to them. "'Mrs. Knapp,' I said, "'you have called me by my name. I had almost forgotten that I had ever borne it. I have lived more in the last month than in the twenty-five years that I remember before it, and I have almost come to think that the old name belongs to someone else. May I ask how you got hold of it?' "'It was simple enough,' Henry had told me about you. I remembered that you were coming from the same town he had come from. I telegraphed to an agent in Boston. He went up to your place, made his inquiries, and telegraphed me. I suppose you will be pleased to know, she continued with a droll affectation of malice in her voice, that he mailed me your full history as gathered from the town pump. It is at the house now.' "'I trust it is nothing so very disreputable,' I said, modestly, raking my memory hastily for any likely account of youthful escapades.' "'There was one rather serious bit,' said Mrs. Knapp gravely. "'There was an orchard.' "'There was more than one,' I admitted.' Mrs. Knapp broke into a laugh. "'I might have expected it. I knew the account was too good to be true. You'll have to get Luella's permission if you want to read the charges in full, though. She has taken possession of the document.' Luella knew. At first I was disappointed, then relieved. Something of the promised explanation was taken off my mind. "'I tried to get something out of Mother Borton concerning you,' continued Mrs. Knapp. "'I even went so far as to see her once.' "'I don't think you got any more out of her than she wanted to tell.' "'Indeed, I did not. I was afraid Mr. Richmond had not gone about it the right way. You know Mr. Richmond acted as my agent with her.' "'No, I didn't know. She was as close-mouthed with me as with you, I think.' "'Well, I saw her. I wanted to get what information she had of you and of Henry. She had a good deal of it if she wanted to give it up.' "'So I supposed. But she was too clever for me. She spoke well of you, but not a word could I get from her about Henry. Yet she gave me the idea that she knew much.' "'I should think she might. I had told her the whole story.' "'She is a strange woman.' "'She was able to hold her tongue.' "'A strange gift, you mean to say, I suppose,' laughed Mrs. Knapp. "'She was quite as successful in concealing from me the fact that she had ever had word with you, though I suspected that she knew more than she told.' "'She is used to keeping secrets, I suppose,' replied Mrs. Knapp. "'But I must reward her well for what she has done.' "'She is beyond fear or reward.' "'Dead?' cried Mrs. Knapp in a shocked voice. "'And how?' "'She died, I fear, because she befriended me.' And then I told her the story of Mother Borden's end.' "'Poor creature,' said Mrs. Knapp, sadly. "'Yet perhaps it is better so. She has died in doing a good act.' "'She was a good friend to me,' I said. "'I should have been in the morgue before her, I fear, but for her good will.' "'Mrs. Knapp was silent for a minute.' "'I hope we are at the end of the tale of death,' she said at last. "'It is dreadful that insane greed and malice had spread their evil so far about. "'Two lives have been sacrificed already, and perhaps it is only the beginning. Yet I believe I am sure I have done right.' "'I am sure of that,' I said. And then was silent, as her words called up the image of the wolf, dark, forbidding, glowing with the fires of hate, the wolf of the lantern-flash in the alley and the dens of Chinatown, and the mystery seemed deeper than ever. The carriage had been rolling along swiftly. Despite the rain the streets were smooth and hard, and we made rapid progress. We had crossed a bridge and with many turns made a course toward the southeast. Now the ground became softer and progress was slow. An interminable array of trees lined the way on both sides, and to my impatient imagination stretched for miles before us. Then the road became better and the horses trotted briskly forward again, their hoofs pattering dully on the softened ground. "'All the better,' I thought. "'It's as good as a muffler if anyone is listening for us.' "'Here's the place,' came the voice of Dickey, giving directions to the driver, and the carriage slackened pace and stopped. Looking out, I saw that we were at a division of the road where a two-story house faced both of the branching ways. "'You'd better come out,' said Dickey at the door, addressing his remark to me. "'He was to meet us here.' "'Be careful,' cautioned Mrs. Knapp. The night had turned colder, or I was chilled by the inaction of the ride. The sky was clearing and stars were to be seen. By the outline of the hills we had made to the south. The horses steamed and breathed heavily in the keen air. I kept my hand on the revolver that lay in my overcoat pocket, and walked with Dickey onto the porch. It was a common roadside saloon, and at this hour it appeared wholly deserted. Even the dog, without which I knew no roadside saloon could exist, was as silent as its owners. "'Here's a go,' said Dickey. "'He was to meet us, sure. What time have you got?' I struck a match in a corner and looked at my watch by its flair. "'Five minutes to three.' "'Phew!' he whispered. "'We're regularly done. I thought he had a bad eye when I was bargaining with him.' I wondered if Dickey had a hand in the trick, if trick it should prove to be. "'He may be upstairs,' I suggested.' Dickey groaned. "'It's like advertising with a bandwagon to route him out at this time of the night,' he whispered. "'The enemy have been along here ahead of us,' I said. They may have picked him up.' "'That's like enough,' said Dickey ruefully. "'But if they've got him, we might as well take the back tracks for town and hunt up a sheriff or two, or send for the boys to come over.' "'It's too late to do that,' said I decidedly. We must go on at once.' "'Well,' said Dickey dubiously, I think I know where the fellow would have taken us. I trailed him this afternoon, and I'll lay two to one that I can pick out the right road.' "'Is this the third road from Brooklyn?' I asked, pointing to the track that led to the left. "'I reckon so,' said Dickey. I haven't kept count, but I recollect only two before it.' "'All right, up with you, then.' Dickey obediently mounted to the seat beside the driver. "'I shall ride outside,' I said to Mrs. Knapp. "'I may be needed.' "'I suppose you are right,' she replied, with somewhat of protest in her voice. And I closed the door and climbed up. It was close quarters for three, but at the word the horses, refreshed by the brief rest, rolled the carriage up the road that led to the hills. Half a mile farther we passed a house, and within a quarter of a mile another. "'We are on the right road,' was my thought as I compared these in my mind with the crosses on the diagram. About half a mile farther a small cluster of buildings loomed up, dark and obscure by the roadside. "'This is the place,' I said confidently, motioning the driver to pull up. I remembered that Henry Wilton's map had stopped at the third cross from the parting of the roads. "'No, it isn't,' said Dickey eagerly. "'It's two or three miles farther on. I trailed the fellow myself to the next house, and that's a good two miles at least. I had leaped to the ground and opened the door of the carriage. "'We are at the fourth place,' I said.' "'And the cockeyed barn,' inquired Mrs. Knapp, peering out. I was struck silent by this and looked blankly at the dark forbidding structure that fronted on the road. "'You're right,' said Mrs. Knapp, with a laugh. Can't you make out that funny little window at the end there?' I looked more closely at the building. In the dim light of the stars, the coat of whitewash that covered it made it possible to trace the outlines of a window in the gable that fronted the road. Some freak of the builder had turned it a quarter of the way around, giving it a comical suggestion of a man with a droop to his eye. "'And the iron cow,' I asked. "'Stupid! A pump, of course,' replied Mrs. Knapp, with another laugh. "'Now, see if there is a lane here by the barn.' A narrow roadway just wide enough for a single wagon joined the main road at the corner of the building. "'Then drive up it quietly,' was Mrs. Knapp's direction. Just beyond the barn I made out the figure of the pump in a conspicuous place by the roadside, and felt more confident that we were on the right road. The lane was now wrapped in Egyptian darkness. Trees lined both sides of the narrow way. Their branches brushed our faces as we passed, and their tops seemed to meet above us till even the faint light of the stars scarcely glimmered through. The hoofs of the horses splashed in the mud, and the rather clumsy carriage dragged heavily and slowly forward. "'I'd give five dollars to light my lamps,' growled the driver. We were traveling by the instinct of the horses. "'If your life is worth more than five dollars, you'd better keep them dark,' I said. The driver swore in an undertone as the hack lurched and groaned in a boggy series of ruts, and a branch whipped him in the face.  Dicky, protected between us, chuckled softly. I reflected savagely that nothing spoils a man for company like a mistaken sense of humor. Suddenly the horses stopped so short that we were almost pitched out. "'Hello, what's this?' I cried, drawing my revolver, fearful of an ambush. "'It's a fence,' said the driver. "'There must be a gate,' I said, jumping down quickly. "'Mrs. Knapp wrapped on the carriage door, and I opened it.' "'Have you come to the bars?' she asked presently. "'I guess so. We've come against something like a fence.' "'Well, then,' she replied, when we get through, take the road to the left. That will bring us to the house.' "'You are certain?' "'That is what Henry wrote in the cipher beneath the map. "'The house must be only a few hundred yards away.' The bars were there, and I lifted the wet and soggy boards with an anxious heart. "'Were we, after all, so near the hiding place? And what were we to find?' I mounted the seat again, and we drove forward. The road was scarcely distinguishable, but the horses followed it without hesitation, as it led behind a tall hedge and among scattered oaks. My heart beat fast. What if the enemy were before us?' "'Have you got your revolver handy?' I whispered to Dickie. "'Two of them,' he chuckled. "'There's a double dose for the man that wants it.' On a sudden turn the house loomed up before us, and a wild clamour of dogs broke the stillness of the night. "'I hope they are tied,' I said, with a poor attempt to conceal my misgivings. "'We'll have a lively time in a quarter of a minute, if they aren't,' laughed Dickie, as he followed me. But the baying and barking came no nearer, and I helped Mrs. Knapp out of the carriage. She looked at the house closely. "'This is the place,' she said, in an unmistakable tone of decision. "'We must be quick. I wish something would quiet those dogs. They will bring the whole country out.' It seemed an hour before we could raise anyone, but it may not have been three minutes before a voice came from behind the door. "'Who's there?' "'It's LMK,' said Mrs. Knapp. Then she added three words of gibberish that I took to be the passwords used to identify the friends of the boy. At the words there was the sound of bolts shooting back, and the heavy door opened enough to admit us. As we passed in it was closed once more, and the bolts shot home. Before us stood a short, heavy-set man holding a candle. His face, which was stamped with much of the bulldog look in it, was smooth-shaven except for a bristling brown mustache. He looked inquiringly at us. "'Is he here, the boy?' cried Mrs. Knapp, her voice choked with anxiety. "'Yes,' said the man. "'Do we move again?' He seemed to feel no surprise at the situation, and I inferred that it was not the first time he had changed quarters on a sudden at the darkest hour of the night. "'At once,' said Mrs. Knapp, in her tone of decision. "'It will take ten minutes to get ready,' said the man. "'Come this way.' I was left standing alone by the door in the darkness, with a burden lifted from my mind. We had come in time. The single slip of paper left by Henry Wilton had been the means, through a strange combination of events, to point the way to the unknown hiding-place of the boy. He was still safe, and the enemy were on a false trail. I should not have to reproach myself with the sacrifice of the child. Yet my mind was far from easy. The enemy might have been misled, but if they had followed the road marked out in the diagram I had brought from their den, they were too close for comfort. I listened for any sounds from the outside. The dogs had quieted down. Twice I thought I heard hoof beats, and there was a chorus of barks from the rear of the house. But it was only the horses that had brought us hither, stamping impatiently as they waited. In a few minutes the wavering light of the candle reappeared. Mrs. Knapp was carrying a bundle that I took to be the boy, and the man brought a valise and a blanket. It's all right, said Mrs. Knapp. No, I can carry him. I want to carry him. The man opened the door, then closed and locked it as I helped Mrs. Knapp into the carriage. Have you got him safe? asked Dickie incredulously. Well, I'll have to say that you know more than I thought you did. And the relief and satisfaction in his tone were so evident that I gladly repented of my suspicions of the lighthearted Dickie. Have you heard anything? I asked him anxiously. I thought I heard a yell over here through the woods. We had better get out of here. Don't wait a second, said the man. The south road comes over this other way. If you've heard anybody there, they will be here in five minutes. I'll follow you on a horse. With an injunction to haste, I stepped after Mrs. Knapp into the carriage. The door was shut. Dickie mounted the seat, and we rolled down the road on the return journey. Oh, how thankful I am! cried Mrs. Knapp. There is a weight of anxiety off my mind. Can you imagine what I have been fearing in the last month? I had thought a little about that myself, I confessed. But we are not yet out of the woods, I am afraid. Hark! What's that? said Mrs. Knapp apprehensively. The carriage was now making its way through the bad stretch in the lane, and there was little noise in its progress. I heard nothing, I said, putting down the window to listen. What was it? I thought it was a shout. There was no noise but the steady splash of horses' hoofs in the mud, and the sloppy shearing sound of the wheels as they cut through the wet soil. As we bumped and groaned again through the ruts, however, there arose in the distance behind us the fierce barking of dogs, their voices raised in anger and alarm. There was a faint hello, and a wilder barking followed. Then my ear caught the splashing of galloping hoofs behind, and in a moment the man of the house rode beside us. They've come, he said, or anyhow somebody's come. I let the dogs loose, and they will have a lively time for a while. At his words there was another chorus of barks and shouts. Then a shot rang out, and a fusillade followed with a mournful wail that died away into silence. Good Lord! They've shot the dogs! cried the man, hotly. I've a mind to go back and pepper some of them. No, said Mrs. Knapp. We may need you. Let us hurry. A few yards more brought us to the main road, and once on the firm ground the horses trotted briskly forward, while the horsemen dropped behind, the better to observe and give the alarm. We were just in time, said Mrs. Knapp, trembling. Let us be thankful for so much, said I cheerfully. They will follow us, said Mrs. Knapp, with conviction in her tone. Not before they have broken into the house. That will keep them for some time, I think. Is there no sign of pursuit? I leaned out of the window. Only the deadened sound of the hoofs of our own horses, the deadened roll of our own carriage-wheels, were audible in the stillness of the night. Then I thought I heard yells and faint hoofbeats in the distance. But again, there was silence, except for the muffled noise we made in our progress. Can't we drive faster? asked Mrs. Knapp when I made my report. I wouldn't spoil these horses for five hundred dollars, growled the driver when I passed him the injunction to hasten. It's a thousand dollars for you if you get to the wharf ahead of the others, cried Mrs. Knapp. And you'll have a bullet in your hide if you don't keep out of gunshot of them, I added. The double inducement to haste had its effect, and we could feel the swifter motion of the vehicle under us, and see the more rapid passage of the trees and fences that lined the way. The wild ride appeared to last for ages. The fast trot of the horses was a funeral pace to the flight of my excited and anxious imagination. What if we should be overtaken? The hack would offer no protection from bullets, and Mrs. Knapp and the boy could scarcely escape injury if it came to a close encounter. But whenever I looked back there was only the single horseman galloping behind us, and the only sound to be heard was that of our own progress. At last the houses began to pass more frequently. Now the road was broken by cross streets. Gas lamps appeared, flickering faint and yellow in the morning air, as though the long night vigil had robbed them of their vitality. We were once more within city limits, and I felt a loosening of the tense nerves of anxiety. The panting horses never slackened pace. We swept over a long bridge, and plunged down a shaded street, and the figure of the horseman was the only sign of life behind us. Of a sudden there sounded a long roll, as of a great drum beating the revelry for an army of giants. The horseman quickened his pace and galloped furiously beside us. They're crossing the bridge, he shouted. Whip up, I cried to the driver. They are only four blocks behind us. Are they in sight? asked Mrs. Knapp. I cannot see them, I replied, and it may not be the ones we fear. It is near daybreak, and we are not the only ones astir. I peered out, but a rising mist from the lagoon and the bay hindered the vision, and the sound of the rolling drum had ceased. The hack swung around a few corners, and then halted. Here we are! cried Dicky Null at the door. You get aboard the tug and push off. Jake and I will run up to the foot of the wharf. If they come, we can keep them off long enough for you to get aboard. Dicky had a revolver in each hand, and the determined ring of his voice, so different from his usual light bantering tone, gave me assurance of his sincerity. With the horseman he hastened to the entrance of the wharf, where the two loomed through the mist, like shadowmen. The tug was where it lay when we left, and at my hail the captain and his crew of three were astir. It was a moment's work to get Mrs. Knapp and her charge aboard. Come on! I cried to Dicky and his companion. And as the lines were cast to the wharf, I was And as the lines were cast off, they made a running jump on to the deck of the tugboat, and the vessel backed out into the stream. As the wharf faded away into the mist that hung over the waters, I thought I saw shapes of men and horses rushing frantically to the edge, and a massive figure waving its arms like a madman and shouting impotent curses into the air. But with the distance, the uncertain light, and the curtain of mist that was thickening between us, my eyes might have deceived me, and I omitted to mention my suspicions to Mrs. Knapp. When the mist and darkness had blotted out shore, wharves and shipping, the tug moved at half speed down the channel. I persuaded the captain that there was no need to sound the whistle, but he declined gruffly to increase his speed. I might as well be shot as run my boat ashore, he growled with a few emphatic seamen-like adjectives that appeared to belong to nothing in particular, and anyone that doesn't like my way of running a boat can get out and walk. I did not know of any particular reason for arguing the question, so I joined Mrs. Knapp. Thank God we are safe, she said, with a sigh of relief. We shall be in the city in half an hour, if that is safety, I said. It will be safety for a few days, then we can devise a new plan. I have a strong arm to lean on again. I think if you would tell me who the boy is and why the danger threatens him I might help you more wisely. Perhaps you are right, said Mrs. Knapp thoughtfully. You shall know before it is necessary to make our next plans. And then the boy called for her attention and I returned to the deck. The light of the morning was growing, vessels were moving, the whistles of the ferry-boats as they gave warning of their way through the mist rose shrill on the air. The waters were still, a faint ripple showing in strange contrast to the scene of last night. There is a steamer behind us, said Dicky Null, with a worried look as I joined him. I've been listening to it for five minutes. It's a tug, said the captain. She was lying on the other side of the wharf last night. Good heavens! I cried. Put on full steam, then, or we shall be run down in the bay. It's the gang we are trying to get away from! The captain looked at me suspiciously for a moment and was inclined to resent my interference. Then he shrugged his shoulders as though it was none of his business, whether we were lunatics or not, so long as we paid for the privilege and rang the engine-bell for full speed ahead. We had just come out of the Oakland Creek Channel and the mist suddenly thinned before us. It left the bay and the city fair and wholesome in the gray light as though the storm had washed the grime and foulness from air and earth and renewed the freshness of life. The clear outline of the hills was scarcely broken by smoke. The ever-changing beauties of the most beautiful of bays took on the faint suggestion of a livelier tent, the herald of the coming sun. We had come but a few hundred yards into the clear air when, out of the mist bank behind us, shot another tug, the smoke streaming from the funnel, the steam puffing noisily from the escapes and the engine straining to increase the speed. At the exclamation that broke from us, our captain for the first time showed interest in the speed of his boat and whistled angrily down to his engineer. We can beat her, he said, with a contemptuous accent on the her. That's your business, I returned and walked aft to where Mrs. Knapp was standing, halfway up the steps from the cabin. There is Darby Meeker, I said, getting sight of him on the pursuing tug. Can they catch us? inquired Mrs. Knapp, the lines tightening about her mouth. I think not, the captain says not. I should say that we were holding our own now. At this moment a tall, massive figure stepped from the pilot house of the pursuing tug and shook its fists at us. At the sight of the man my heart stood still. The huge bulk, the wolf face, just distinguishable, distorted, dark with rage and passion, stopped the blood, and I felt a faintness as if dropping from a height. With a gasp life and voice came back to me. Dodridge Knapp, I cried. Mrs. Knapp looked at me in alarm and grasped the rail. No, no, she exclaimed. A thousand times, no! That is Elijah Lane. I gazed at her in wonder. Not Dodridge Knapp? Had my eyes played me false? Do you not understand, she said in a low, intense tone? He is Elijah Lane, the father of the boy.    I know, but it is not a case for proof, not a case that the law can touch. And he hates the boy and me. I began to grasp the truth and recovered speech. But why does he want to kill him? And would not the law punish the crime? You do not understand. The boy inherits a great fortune from his mother. Mr. Knapp and I are left trustees by the mother's will. If he had control of the boy, the boy would die. But it would be from cruelty, disease, neglect. It would not be murder in the eye of the law. But I know what would happen. Oh, see the wretch! How he hates me! I was stunned with the words I had heard. They made much plain that had puzzled me, yet they left much more in darkness. And I looked blankly at the figure on the other tug. It was truly a strange sight. The man was beside himself with rage, shouting, gesticulating, and leaping about the deck in transports of passion. He showed every mark of a maniac. Suddenly he drew a revolver and sent shot after shot in our direction. We were far beyond the reach of a pistol bullet, but Mrs. Knapp screamed and dodged. How he hates me! she cried again. When the last shot was gone from his revolver, the man flung the weapon in frenzy as though he could hope to strike us thus. Then a strange thing happened. Whether due to the effort he had made in the throw, or to a lurch of the tug in the waves we left behind us, or to a stumble over some obstruction, I could not say. But we saw the man suddenly pitch forward over the low bulwarks of the tug into the waters of the bay. Mrs. Knapp gave a scream and covered her eyes. Stop the boat! I shouted. Back her! The other tug had checked its headway at the same time, and there was a line of six or seven men along its side. There he is! cried one. The captain laid our tug across the tidal stream that swept us strongly toward Goat Island. Then he steamed slowly toward the other tug. He's gone! said Dicky. The other tug seemed anxious to keep away from us, as in distrust of our good intentions. I scanned the waters carefully, but the drowning man had gone down. Then, rising not twenty feet away, floating for a moment on the surface of the water, I saw plainly for the first time the very caricature of the face of Dodridge Knapp. The strong wolf features, which in the King of the Street were eloquent of power, intellect, and sagacity, were here marked with the record of passion, hatred, and evil life. I marveled now that I had never traced a lightness between them. Give me that hook! I cried, leaning over the side of the tug. Go ahead a little. One of the men threw a rope. It passed too far and drifted swiftly behind. I made a wild reach with the hook, but it was too short. Just as I thought I should succeed, the face gave a convulsive twitch, as if in a parting outburst of hate and wrath, and the body sank out of sight. We waited for a few minutes, but there was no further sign. The other tug that had hovered near us turned about and made for the Oakland shore. I signed to the captain to take his course for the city. The men talked in subdued tones, and I stood half bewildered with a bursting sense of relief by Mrs. Knapp. At last she took her hands from before her eyes, and the first rays of the sun that cleared the tops of the Alameda Hills touched her calm, solemn, hopeful face. A new day has dawned, she said. Let us give thanks to God. End of Chapter 29 Recording by Roger Maline This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Roger Maline For a few minutes we were silent. Water and land and sky started into new glories at the touch of the rising sun. The many-hilled city looked on the hues of a fairy picture, and the windows gleamed with the magic fires that were flashed back in greeting to the God of Day. The few cotton-ball clouds that lingered about the mountaintops, sole stragglers of the army that had trooped up from the south at the blast of the rain wind, turned from pink to white. The green-grey waters of the bay rippled lightly in the tide, as the tug sent the miniature surges trailing in diverging lines from its bow. The curtain of mist that hid the Alameda shore rose and lightened at the touch of the warm rays. The white sails of the high-masted ships scattered through the bay drooped in graceful festoons as they turned to the sun to rid them of the rainwater that clung to their folds. The ferry boats, moving with mock majesty, furnished the signs of life to the silent panorama. It seemed scarcely possible that this was the raging, tossing water we had crossed last night, and the fiery scene of passion and death we had just witnessed was so foreign to its calm beauties that I could believe it had happened elsewhere in some dream of long ago. I was roused by the voice of Mrs. Knapp, who sat at the head of the cabin stairs, looking absently over the water. I have not dealt frankly with you, she said. Perhaps it is better that you should know, as you know so much already. I feel that I may rely on your discretion. I think I can keep a secret, I replied, concealing my curiosity. I should not tell you if I did not have full confidence. Then she was silent for a minute. That man, she continued at last, with a shudder in her voice, that man was Mr. Knapp's brother. I suppressed an exclamation, and she continued, They have little in common, even in looks. I wonder you thought for a moment that he was Mr. Knapp. Few people who know them both have traced a resemblance. Perhaps those who do not know them would be more likely to find the common points, I suggested. Members of a family see only the difference that marks one of them from another. The stranger at first sees the family type in all and notes the differences later. Yes, said Mrs. Knapp. It's like picking out the Chinaman. At first they are all alike. We see only the race type. Afterward we see the many and marked differences. I think, said I, leading back to the main subject, that the remarkable circumstances under which I had seen Mr. Lane had a good deal to do with the illusion. This morning for the first time I saw his face under full light and close at hand. Mrs. Knapp nodded. Then she continued, Mr. Knapp and his brother parted thirty years ago in Ohio. The brother, the man who has just gone, was younger than Mr. Knapp, though he looked older. He was wild in his youth. When he left home it was in the night and for some offense that would have brought him within reach of the law. Mr. Knapp never told me what it was and I never asked. For fifteen years nothing was heard of him. Mr. Knapp and I married, we had come to San Francisco, and he was already a rising man in the city. One day this man came. He had drifted to the coast in some lawless enterprise and by chance found his brother. Mrs. Knapp paused. And at once began to live off of him, I suppose. I threw in as an encouragement to proceed. Not exactly, said Mrs. Knapp. He confessed some of his rascality to Mr. Knapp, but pleaded that he was anxious to reform. Mr. Knapp agreed to help him, but made the condition that he should take another name and should never allow the relationship to be known. Mr. Lane, I cannot call him by his true name, was ready to agree to the conditions. I think he was very glad indeed to conceal himself under an assumed name and hide from the memory of his earlier years. Had his crimes then been so great? I asked, as Mrs. Knapp again ceased to speak. He had been a wicked, wicked man, said Mrs. Knapp. The full tale of his villainy I never knew, but he had been a negro-stealer, one of those who captured free negroes, or the darkies from Kentucky and Missouri, in the days before the war, and sold them down the river. He had been the leader of a wild band in Arkansas and Texas, who made their living by robbing travelers and stealing horses.  Mr. Knapp helped him. He prospered in business, bought a ranch, and turned farmer. To all appearances he had reformed completely. No one would suspect in the Sonoma Rancher the daring leader of the outlaws in Texas. I could believe anything of him, I said grimly. You have had a taste of his quality, said Mrs. Knapp. Well, it was seven years ago that he married. His wife was much younger than he, a lovely girl, and her parents were rich. How he got her I do not see. It was his gift of the tongue, I suppose, for he could talk well. She was not happy with him, but was better contented when, two years later, her boy came. Mr. Lane was often from home, but I do not think she regretted the neglect with which he treated her. He was not a man who made his home pleasant while he was about. After a while he used to disappear for weeks, spending the time in low haunts in the city, or none knew where. Last year Mrs. Lane's father died, and she came in under the will for more than a million dollars' worth of property. Then Mr. Lane changed his habits. He became most attentive to his wife. He looked to her wants and appeared to the world as a model husband. But more was going on than we knew. From the little she told me, from the hint she dropped, she must have looked upon him with dread. She failed rapidly in health, and six months ago she died. Murdered, I asked. I believe it with all my soul, said Mrs. Knapp. But there was no evidence, not a particle. I tried to find it, but it was beyond the power of the doctors to discover. And his motive? He thought he was heir to her fortune. When he found that she had left it with Mr. Knapp and me in trust for the boy, his rage was frightful to see. His servants told me of his dreadful ravings. He dared not say a word to Mr. Knapp, but he came and spoke to me about it. I was afraid for my life that time. He said that the money was his, and he said it with such meaning that I felt assured he would stop at nothing to get it. But when he spoke, I cut him so short that he visited the house but once again. Before he had time to put any of his wicked thoughts into action, I took the boy to my home, thinking that there I could keep him in safety. Mr. Knapp poo-pooed my fears. And when Mr. Lane made a demand for the child, was in favor of giving him up. The father is the one to care for the boy, he said, and washed his hands of the whole matter. Then Mr. Knapp had nothing to do with the affair, one way or the other? Oh, no, nothing at all. I believe, though, that Henry did use his name with the police, to deter them from me. I remember Detective Cougan's words and knew that she was correct in this supposition. Mr. Lane, she continued, threatened legal proceedings. But knowing his own past, and knowing that I knew something of it too, he dared not begin them. Mr. Knapp's feelings in the matter had made me unwilling to keep the boy in my house. But at first I thought it the best way of protecting him, and had him with me. Then one night the house was broken into, and two men were discovered in the room where the boy usually slept. I had taken him to my own bed that night, for he was ailing, and so he escaped. The alarm was raised before they found him, and the boy fled. Mr. Knapp was confident that they were ordinary house-breakers, but I knew better. I dared keep the boy there no longer, and called Henry Wilton to assist me in making him safe. He found a suitable house for the boy, and hired men to guard it. But after one experience in which the place was attacked and the boy was taken away, he was taken to a new house, a new experience in which the place was attacked and almost carried by storm. Henry thought it better to hide the boy and watch the enemy. The rest you know. Heaving a sigh as of relief, she went on, Mr. Lane was insane, I am certain. I tried to have Mr. Knapp take steps to lock him up. But Mr. Knapp could not believe that his brother was so wicked as to wish to take the life of his own child and shut his ears to the talk of his madness. I think he was fearful of a scandal in which the relationship should become known, and the stories of his brother's early days should come to the public. But there was a time, a few weeks ago, when I was near spurring Mr. Knapp to action. It was at the time of his trip to Virginia City. Mr. Lane came to the house while I was away and scared the servants into fits with his threats and curses. Luella had the courage and tact to face him and get him out of the house, and I telegraphed for Mr. Knapp. I remember the occasion, though I didn't know what was going on. Well, Mr. Knapp was very angry and had a long talk with Lane. He told me that the creature cried and pleaded for forgiveness and promised amendment for the future. And Mr. Knapp believed him. Yet that very night you were assailed with Luella in Chinatown. The truth flashed on me. The groans and cries behind the locked door in Dodridge Knapp's office, the voices which were like to one man pleading and arguing with himself, were all explained. I think the assault was something of an accident. She continued, or rather it was more the doing of Terrell than of Lane. What was the cause of Terrell's enmity? I asked. He seemed to take a hearty personal interest in the case for a hired man. For one thing, a family interest. I think he is a son of Lane's early years. For another, he had a violent personal quarrel with Henry over some matter, and you have had the benefit of the enmity. But I don't think you'll hear of him again, or meeker either. They will be in too much of a hurry to leave the state. I thought of Terrell lying bruised and sore at Livermore and felt no fear of him. You took great chances in sending me to Livermore, I said. It might have gone hard with Mr. Knapp's plans if I had not got back. I thought of that, but if the boy had been where I supposed all would have been well. I should have telegraphed you before nightfall to return. But in the distraction of my search I did not give up till midnight. I left a telegram at the office to be sent you the first thing in the morning, but by that time you were here. It was a bold escape, and I feel that we owe you much for it. At her last words we were at the wharf and landed free from fear. An hour later I reached my lodgings, sore with fatigue and half dead for want of sleep. The excitement that had spurred my strength for the last enterprise no longer supported me. I slept twenty-four hours in peace, and no dream of Dodridge Knapp's brother, or of the snake eyes of Tom Terrell, disturbed my repose. End of Chapter 30 Recording by Roger Maline Chapter 31 of Blind Folded This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Roger Maline Blind Folded by Earl Ashley Walcott Chapter 31 The Reward I've heard about you, said Luella, when on the next morning I made my bow to her. But I want to hear all about it from yourself. Tell me, please. Where shall I begin? I asked, looking into the most charming of faces, which shown before me.  At the beginning, of course. I was born of poor but honest parents, I began. Luella interrupted me with a laugh. How absurd you are! Anyhow, you can tell me about that later. Just begin with the San Francisco beginning. Tell me why you came and all about it. Very good, I said, though really this part is much longer than the other. Then I told her the story of my coming, of the murder of Henry Wilton, of the struggles with death and difficulty that had given the spice of variety to my life since I had come across the continent. It was an inspiration to have such a listener. Under the encouragement of her sympathy I found an unwanted flow of words and ideas. Laughter and tear shown in her eyes as the ludicrous and sorrowful parts of my experience touched her by turns. And at the end I found, I really don't know how it happened, I found that I was clasping her hand and looking up into her eyes in a trance of intoxication from the subtle magnetism of her lovely presence. For a minute we were silent. Oh! she cried softly, withdrawing her hand and looking dreamily away. I knew it was right that it must be right. You have justified my faith and more. I am repaid for all by those words, I said. I am afraid I stared very hard at her, but it was pleasant, indeed, to look into Luella's eyes without any reservations or conscientious qualms in thinking of my duty to hang her father. You deserve a much greater reward than that, said Luella. I want a much greater reward than that, said I boldly. I did not think the courage was in me, but under the magnetic influence of the woman before me I forgot what a poor devil I was. Luella looked at me and I saw in her eyes that she understood what I would say. I do not know what I did say. I have no doubt it was very badly put, but she listened seriously. Then she said, That's very nice of you to want me, but I am going to marry the President of the Omega Company. I turned sick with despair at these words, so gently said, and a pang of fierce jealousy tinged with wonder shot through me. Surely she can't be in love with that red-faced brute we fought within the Omega Office, I thought. That was impossible. Besides, we had turned him out. Dodridge Knapp would be President as soon as the new board of directors elected its officers. She couldn't, of course, think of marrying her own father. I could not understand what she meant. But I knew I was furiously uncomfortable and wished I was rich enough to buy up the company. Luella saw my distress as I tried to rise and fly from the place. Don't go, she said gently. What are you going to do with your men? The free companions are to be disbanded, I said, recovering myself with a gulp. Are any of them killed? She asked in solicitous tones. No. Porter is pretty badly hurt. We got him down from Livermore to-day. He was in the jail there, with Abrams and Brown. We gave bail for them, and all the men are back at the Montgomery Street Place. Barkhouse is getting on all right, and there are a few bruises and cuts scattered around in my flock. But they'll all be in trim for another fight in two or three weeks. I suppose you'll be sorry to part with them. They are a faithful set, but I've had enough excitement for a while. And Mrs. Borton is to be buried tomorrow. And you, Mr. Dudley? This question struck me a little blank. I had really not thought of what I was going to do. It's another case of an occupation gone, I said rather ruefully. With the break-up of the plots and the close of the Omega deal, I am at the end of my employments. With this view of the question before me, I fell into a panic of regrets, and began to blush furiously at my folly in imagining for an instant that Luella could think of me for a husband. No, said Luella thoughtfully. You are just at the beginning. The tone, even more than the words, braced my nerves, and once more they're glowed within me a generous courage of the future. You are right. I thank you, I said feelingly. I have faith in the opportunities. And I have faith, said Luella. Then she stopped. In the man, I hope, I ventured. Luella did not answer, but she gave me a look that meant more than words. I was a trifle bewildered, wondering where I stood in the eyes of this capricious young woman, but my speculations were cut short by the coming of Mrs. Knapp. There was no reservation in her greeting. Whatever lingering doubts of me her mind had held, they had all melted away in the fire of that last journey that had ended the struggle for the life of the boy. As we talked over the events of the month, I found nothing left of the silent opposition with which she had watched my growing friendship with the daughter of the house. At last she cried, Oh! I had almost forgotten! Mr. Knapp wishes to see you in his room before you go. I am at his service, I said, and went at once to the den of the wolf. Ah! Wilton! I find you're not Wilton! he growled amably. The loss of his brother had not affected his spirits. Quite true, I said. You needn't explain, he said. The women folks say it's all right, though I don't quite understand it myself. I can tell you the story, I said. I don't want to hear it, he growled. I've tried you and that's enough for me. I murmured my appreciation and thanks for his good opinion. The wolf waved his hand as a disposal of all acknowledgments and growled again. Have you any engagements that would keep you from taking the place of President of the Omega Company? I fell back in the chair, speechless. There'll be a good salary, he continued. Well, of course you needn't be in a hurry to accept. Take a day to think over it, if you like. The wolf actually smiled. Oh! I don't need any time, I gasped. I'll take it now. Well, you'll have to wait till the directors meet, he said. I gave him my hearty thanks for the un-look-for favor. To tell you the truth, he said, it was the doing of the women folks. My heart gave a leap at the announcement, for it carried a great deal more with it than Doddridge Knapp knew. I am a thousand times obliged to you and the ladies, I said. Well, I wasn't unwilling, he said indulgently. In fact, I intended to do something handsome for you, but there's one condition I must make. I looked my inquiry. You must not speculate. You haven't got the head for it. Thank you, I said. I'll keep out, except under your orders. Right, he said. You've the best head for carrying out orders I ever found. The king of the street waved me good night, and I went back to the parlor. Luella was sitting where I had left her, and no one else was about. She was looking demurely down, and did not glance up till I was beside her. I have won a double prize, I said. I am the President of Omega. And I stooped and kissed her. End of Chapter 31, Recording by Roger Maline End of Blind Folded by Earl Ashley Walcott


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Grisby Town versus Breckard City, here at Blunder Park. Another big day in Grisby's push to secure survival in the EFL. Three points clear in the relegation zone, with games in hand on the sides around them. Seven points to save themselves. 40 in the table, seven points of seven. And they're one of the women to pick the right-hand fake plan for Richard's. It's a clever slip ball inside. There's just too much on it, pinballing around in there. And then flashed wide trying his luck. He put too much on it for point-in. He did well to prevent him from possession one way or another. Three points coming into this one. Tuner home win against Samuel Rovers last time out. End of the run of four straight losses. Really dented, touchy pair of poups. Pass away. Win there to win it back though. Toning for his error. It's Cabiner's cross. Straight at Park right. Another hard work. Four straight to foul from Pointon. Honestly over. City goal. Here, and the curler just over the bar. Down in time. See exactly what Pointon was looking to do though. It's cute here. And you're half clean. And it's come for Thompson who scores magnificently. And a big goal for Grimsby Town. The club since joining mid-season from Cheltenham. And it's a thumper. Mashed into the top corner. The plundered part for relegation threat in Grimsby, who have the lead. Four goals in the division this season. They wouldn't make playing Grimsby to team their sixes. Here come Bradford. Beautifully worked move. Doesn't quite get the finish at the far post after. It was a cute ball across the face of goal. Another baseball across. Pinballing around in there. And then over the bar. Miffy's got onto it. And only diverted wide from Straton. A good goalkeeping from Cartwright. Now in a flash to close down the angle. Back towards goal by Halliday. Hit Cartwright. He didn't know a lot about it in truth. Teasing cross. Only half away. Reflected one. It's gone wide. But is that a penalty? It certainly is. Bradley Halliday hauled down by Denver Hume. Might well have come off Hume's hand as well. It's a red card. Denver Hume sent off in stoppage time. Seems to be a hand ball from Hume potentially looking to score. Richard Smallwood with a penalty for a point. Effectively. In the third minute of time added on. Up against Cartwright. Penalty from Smallwood. Bradford City have a point. But they're still on the hunt for more. Those are the moments you make those journeys for as an away fan. A blast in in front of them. One-one. Bradford City went one-nil down. There's Cross. Reflecting around back there. Hume's suddenly hanging on for a point. Having for so long. Drempt of all three. This is Halliday. Swings another one in. And almost getting there. There's Cabana. Cartwright grateful to clutch it to his chest. It's so close to putting the final dagger into Grimsby's heartbreak. He's already equalised in stoppage time. That will be that. He's been now winless in four. And this was Sting particularly having to come so close. Curtis Thompson's first goal for the club. Ten minutes out to halftime. Beautiful strike. Denver Hume sending off. Moving to Richard Smallwood scoring a penalty at the death. To make it one-one. Get a point to take home. Grimsby Town one. Bradford City.


Hello guys, so first thing is that there will be a lighting talks in this room and the next room after this session the schedule is already you can check on the web and the application and Now our last and but not least two speakers before the lighting talks are Pavel Odvody aka Podvody and Chris Chinheims Hello, hello, yeah That's how it's my better. I don't need to yell anymore okay, so if you want to steal my secrets you actually have to gain full-blown code execution in the given container and From my point of view if someone gets full-blown code Execution somewhere. I think that the secrets are like the least I have to worry about Examples of secrets as a service is Custodia which Christian will tell you more about in a short moment Then we have this walled key ways There is actually a free IPA walled as well. There is like five or six different things called walled By different companies like chef has its own world So yeah, it's pretty wealthy. Okay, so Next up I have some diagrams. So Let me show you how to basically process this and show a few basic steps how to incorporate this into your Infrastructure if you're not doing it like this already. So Please raise your hands who uses encryption at rest for your secrets database Okay, good. So if If you are not doing that this is how you can do it so you have your secrets stored in git and This is actually great because you do not break the mantra of immutable infrastructure and so you build the image and now the built image step is not necessarily like a single thing that you use this one single box for building both application and Your secrets these can be two separate things. So you build the image and Why are the why are the? built-time secrets you actually get your Encryption key to the container now. I don't really care whether whether you use symmetric or asymmetric encryption That's your choice basically. So the thing is that we get the key Into the into the Like into the built runtime of of The image so when we push all the secrets into the database We can simply later on encrypt that image or the database inside the image using some key And we will get this secrets database image with that nifty lock in the corner, which basically means that is encrypted and Yeah, so then later on and When you launch a container from that image you actually use the OpenShift slash Kubernetes secrets to provide the decryption key why are regular secrets in Kubernetes or OpenShift and you unlock your database So it's ready to serve all the secrets now the nice thing about the workflow like this is that you can For example use Like the methodology of principle of least privilege that is like I don't know that that's like the basic Step that you can take when you care about security is to make sure that if that Container is not supposed to talk to some service Then don't give him then don't give the container the token to talk to that service because it doesn't need to So this way you can actually make sure that Your container has only access to what it needs and In the same way now this fully depends on what secret as a service mechanism You choose whether it supports access control list or whatever if you can like further limit the access to the secrets through the API so Yeah Yeah, and the second very important thing is is that the secrets as a service allow you to keep precise audit trail as To what is happening in the system because if you For example, if you rotate your keys every 15 minutes Then it doesn't really make sense to redeploy your pods all the time because if you even if if even if it's fast It usually takes like five or ten seconds to redeploy the given pod but if you do it like every 15 minutes then it means that in 15 minutes time span your container is like ten seconds down and if you extrapolate that number throughout the entire day month year and It's not a single container, but you've got hundreds of them You may realize that your containers spent like Two weeks being redeployed for no reason simply because in the current state of the art The lifetime of the secret is bound to the lifetime of the pod But if you use secret as a service This is not the case because when you need the secret you hit the service you get the token back when you are done with the token you may hit the service again and the key or the token gets revoked and This is also From my point of view. This is very important because this makes the whole the whole Concept of security. It's very it's it's not rigid Whenever you decide, okay, I need to rotate it is key or revoke this one because I Don't know I feel bad and I feel like My infrastructures got breached these things might might have been stolen. So I simply rotate all things and It's very simple Because one of those quotes that I very much like in this regard is that It's this rule of security that security at the expense of usability comes at the expense of security Which basically means that if security is too hard to do it, right? Nobody will water So to make things really simple Please use Secrets as a service and I think that Christian will tell you much more reasons why This is a very good idea and so Yeah, I was very quick Thanks, you have two microphones for two different recordings apparently so While I will switch it over to my slides just press the full screen. Well, yeah, so hi. I'm Christian Heimus I'm senior software engineer for Red Hat security identity Identity department working mostly on free IPA and related projects and one project already started by CIMO and Now revolved by CIMO and me is custodia So slides up perfect. So chapter two custodia So I'm going to a quick intern to custodia. I'll Show you a bit of our design reasonings why we design custodia as it is now Then I go into custodia for containers because custodia was not designed only for containers But for in general as in system to deploy secrets I'll give you a couple of examples how we currently are able to integrate custodia with different systems Stuff we'd like to do in the future and finally questions and hopefully answers too So Secrets are radioactive That's a see how secrets are that's actually not a stranger from fallout Signal vaults, but it's actually a game that was the things sold in the 50s with nuclear material So kids can play with the new power and that's how I see How developers has to deal with secrets right now? They are forced to play with very dangerous things and We like to do we like to make it much easier and much safer for developers So there's a gym running gag. I don't care about nuclear power. I get my power out of my socket from the wall and We like like to do the same for secrets We want developers not to care anymore about secrets, but just use a simple socket and API to get secrets and let the Security engineers with the hazmat suit deal with all this dangerous stuff, so Let's meet custodia custodia Start with the word definition. So it's original Latin word Mean something protecting safeguarding. It's also used in English rather uncommon to Say something about caring responsibility There's also a family relative word called pigs means box is used For storing the old compass on the ship. So if you lose your compass must be protected you won't find home anymore or If you like Christian, hi Christian The container for consecrated brats in the church is also called custodia the large one who picks the smaller one So you see we try to Protect your secrets and be very very careful about them So what's custodia? Let's start from the beginning It's Currently a technology. It's not a ready-to-use product that you can just deploy now and it will solve all your problems It's as Paul said before it's secret as a service. It's an API you can Get secrets somehow explain later how it works It's worked a bit differently than existing technologies that you'd like Docker Kubernetes you actively push From like the cube demon the secret into a Container when it starts up. We do the opposite way. We're going to pull a secret with the API and It's not only Implementation it's also definition how we're going to transport Are we going to route secrets because we just want to have secrets maybe on the infrastructure We have to find a way to get a secret through multiple hops We Have for different reasons and for different use cases different ways to define authorization authentication policies We want to make us pluckable and because to this also current in the name of our reference implementation written in Python I'm a Python developer. I'm actually a Python core developer use the SSL model or a hatchlet model mostly maintained by me Because we get that question rather often what's custodia not just to make it clear We don't want to replace existing solution like at CD or Open-stack Babic and or a hashtag of vault these are of different use cases. So Just not a replacement. It's an additional tool that can help you It's also not just another store for secrets We have internally implementations to store secrets mostly for debugging testing because two years more a transport system for secrets an API and you can use this just to adapt this Existing vault solution. So you could write it back and that talks to Peshacop vault or to free IP a vault or whatever It's out there or even to at CD. So we have met see bindings As I said before it's not just for containers We actually use that currently in free IPA a lot And again not proof of concept. Oh, yeah We use it if you deploy a new free IPA cluster and you credit replicas we use custodia to deploy all these super sync sensitive things into our replication key See I pray private keys for our CA. So we travel thing now a bit deep dive into the design when Seymour started the process and the idea how we designed it, of course, we are security engineers We started with threat analysis. So what Pablo already told you we look at the current problem Yeah, cook look at the current problems and then came to some results. Oh Yo, sorry. Yeah. Yeah, it should be a T threat. Yeah, not like the threading the danger.  Sorry. Yeah, I'm not a native speaker. So God, yeah, I should have reviewed the slides there So we don't want to have secrets on the fault system because as public said file systems are all bad you can have traversal attacks when you have a web application and a couple of places includes something like tempfs or even the proc file system if you have a Very variable there to start in the proc file system We want to have strong encryption not only at rest but also in transit Which is a bit different than having end-to-end encryption because since we have routing protocol We want to protect both the hops between the transfer between the hops and the enter a chain with two own two different ways and Of course, we want to reduce The amount of access that's required So we basically don't want that the infrastructure that doesn't need to have access to secrets actually get access at all. So Just want to have like the container get access But why should likely communities demon have access to a secret it doesn't need Auditing very important. I want to Paul moose or talk in a case a system get compromised You want to know which of the secrets got compromised? And if you just have to rotate a key or maybe restart your complete complete CA public key infrastructure So without auditing you can't even know what's going wrong He rotation should be simple part of the protocol and That bolts down to if you go to the enterprise PCI DSS compliance for banking and so The very strict rules that you have to obey to use Debal secrets, so we have customers for banks in banks that want to use containers But currently are having problem to use containers because they have to abide PCI DSS compliance rules These and always led to some designs design principles so again, it's much easier to Prove that something works securely by reducing the attack pattern and require the application to Actively pull a secret because if I just push a secret in a container that may or may not need secret Yeah, we have a much bigger attack surface. So we pull a secret on demand We want to use standard protocols because we don't want to reinvent everything on our own And it should be rather easy to write clients and servers and proxies and all the other tools we have I wrote stuff in Python and my first go programs. We have implementations using C in SSSD Again, it should be also simple to deploy and integrate in the current infrastructure because when it's hard to use It's bubble set makes it much more likely that you screw up something and And it's flexible. So we have different demands different customers different use cases. So all the authentication That should be authorization to I am And so it should be flexible and pluggable and Also extensible so we want to maybe support HSM for big enterprise customers We want to maybe generate a secret on demand. So when a service comes up and requires to have a secret So we should say I need that secret doesn't exist Please generate a secret for me according to a policy and all the surface service can then use that secret notification API for having a better way to Restart a service when secret changes So man we came up with the building blocks obviously for transport what we use these days. So what would you use for a transport? TLS No, no pigeon. So, yeah, TLS and HTTP. So simple rest API We want to get something we want to put a secret want to delete the secret Can you just use HTTP over TLS as you said or unix domain sockets and As message format what these kids use today? So I am from area where we use XML, but these days we use Jason with optional Jose for key P encapsulation and so encryption and yeah We have a set earlier we have a storage lay-up section where we have a couple of implementation So it's secret light implementation is just designed for debugging and testing and for demo systems So not something we want to use in production for production Maybe later free IP a vault going to that and even for simple cases when you're back and doesn't support encryption We can do like an overlay we wrap the storage another storage that does just key wrapping and unwrapping The plugable authentication we build a couple of things use the PI cab Ross TLS client certs If you don't have cab Ross you see PA you can use both The other thing I'm going to into a bit later. That's right to a way unique sockets can give you some nice features and Lastly we use up the URL and rebutton of the URL to route secrets so secret gets transported to multiple hops and yeah, give you an example for that later So when I have a simple interface for developers So everybody can do just HTTP and Jason even in C and if you have PHP Python Java Go rust it's all built in The different layers we have give gives us rather good isolation and greater flexibility. We can just stack stuff and With all The parts we put together and the routing we can move the entire policies and the configuration everything. What's Complicated that's not concerned of the developer to the infrastructure the developer doesn't have to care anymore How the secret gets transported how it stored? How it get Secret is processed. It just gets the secret with HTTP get and done And what we're trying to do with a bit of standardization. We hope to establish a very simple basic Rest API that can be used implemented by other vendors We have already other companies or vendors interested in the products or in the technology we defined and Yeah, let's see so Now Custody is not just for containers, but this talk is mostly for container people. So how Does Custody fit into containers? So with containers we have one big issue How do we authenticate an HTTP request from a container? so yeah, we could just Get a secret into a container somehow and then we have like a bootstrapping chicken egg issue because now We need infrastructure to get a secret in the container Just to get a secret from our API and Yeah, but we can use a little trick. So Who's able to spot the part that are the authentication? Is anybody able to spot the part or the admin of the core query that takes care of authentication? No, no, that's just a request. So do a core request and the the answer of the Jason string at the end. So There's no authentication involved in that query itself, but rather the way how the query works internally because it uses a Unix socket and with the Unix socket We can do some nifty tricks and just rely on the operating system to give us security and strong authentication so What we do currently it's a big ugly hack Something it's totally insecure the way it works at the end, but this are from beginning. So I have a custodial Container running that runs in the host p&e namespace So I can't run it in its own namespace for a reason we'll see later And this custodial daemon listens on the Unix socket on this unit socket then is bind mounted into the container and For example this before you're back This bar run custodial sock that's the units units socket device file. It's a file based Unix socket so then we use some of the Features that's called get sock where the option so peer credentials That gives up the PID the effect is user and the effect is group ID of the process that just did the HTTP request That's guaranteed by the kernel that you can't do something back with that. So the kernel ensure that you get correct information the Threat levels here you have to compromise your whole kernel to do something bad But if an attacker is able to compromise the whole kernel the whole OS Yeah, you screwed anyway, so We also can get on as a lens enabled system the as a Linux Process label so the as a news contact the process runs in There's both this information we can then look into the proc file system to the C group file and Use some regular expressions just to extract the container ID from the C group file That's where the bad hack starts and now it gets very scary We also bind mount the docker demon into your custodial socket and then use the docker demon to Fetch additional meter data from the docket That's what you want to remove so did anybody attend to palmers. Yeah Yes, no, no, no come to that in a minute, so I haven't yet diagram next slide up so Did anybody attend to palmers talk about namespace and auditing I Yeah, my boss did and the two other hands so Paul is looking into a way to have like container IDs on the level of the rating system so that each namespace or each container gets an ID and What I like to have this ID instead of using like the PID you are the security credential just use a similar source call to get the namespace container ID from the Unix kernel and then Add some meaning to that so But to get to your question. Yes, we have to run consider on each note But no we don't have to have the secret on each of the systems because again Because to us also routing protocol, so we here have we have application running in container and We bind mount the Unix socket into the container and then have because so they are running for example in a demon set on each of the hosts and that instance running on each of the cublets or VMs or hosts Going to the Kubernetes case that he gets information like the Kubernetes namespace definition from the Tucker demon or rocket and Rewrite the you'll so the container just says get me the secret this demon verify the request Rewrite the you'll and wait said okay namespace from tenant a container or a pot name be tries to request the secret that then gets right rerouted to a Custody instance running on the master using either TLS client certs or diesel API for authentication and Now we can verify Is a container actually running on that machine with that namespace on that pod definition? and is it allowed to request that secret and then we can talk to a key store or Maybe to even another custody instance that then gets the secret can just check daisy chain them And each of the custody instances can enforce a policy and verify each request with additional information With that approach we can even survive a compromise of a cublet so you isolate each customer on a virtual machine or on a bare metal machine and So not to customers run on the same machine Then it's possible to verify that customer a can never request secrets for customer B one of these cases Yeah, that's so HTTPS for the hops and end-to-end with Jose so we can also do Jose Then you have a middle step way Good question. We haven't fully figured out how you do it securely Then we have to get somehow keys into each of the containers, but these keys you can bake in like in your your image theoretically or Yeah, now that's just So in that jargon, we just very just get the meter from the From the delco demon for the pot like the namespace and the yeah So the question was just to repeat how to verify that the container at that point So that's an issue we currently just can't solve with a way We have with it as a Linux policy as the Linux context of the process and the PID if you're going to have the container ID That's suggested by Paul Muir for auditing. We can use the same auditing container ID also to verify the request Yes Next point how to do it better, but then you have to exchange your application to do software HSM So that's the problem. You can't solve with the way currently tokens work or password works Where you like the software HSM so digit of PKT is 11 or how SSH and GPG agent work You just prove that you have Somehow access to a private key without actually having read access to a private key You just prove the the permission to do an operation the private key That could be theoretically or also running out of time directly Handled by having something like a GPG agents or SSH agent similar protocol baked into custodial But then you have to heavily modify your application That's so we want to make slowly progresses slowly. Yeah, so Yes, I agree, but if you make it too hard so then nobody will use it so we have to Yeah, so just because I'm running out of time Couple of quick examples how we can only able to integrate it so make it easy for people edit to your conflict also, so you pass a conflict and The conflict part that resolve the secret for you so that's your to conflict file and for example YAML power so you pass YAML and this magic Dash custodial summation by custodial signals the general power to run a kind of internal extension and that extension just do is like container key. So get me the key for for some string and Deplication only sees the resolved key Our thing you can if you just look at them our repositories I've written a command to you the new docker credential store API and yeah so A couple of years to integrate that Java key store because you'll have an slot our lip secrets so and just and so Sorry, yeah Again, we haven't solved all problems yet I'm right. So the question with end-to-end encryption to get in keys in So the thing on that out so It's not a magic pill. It's External reviews the question was give me an external protocol rules Not yet. So Again, it's just technology and development. We First we try to get some traction and some use cases So we are now on the face where we think it's good enough to let people play with it And it's not ready to use product. It's technology work in progress. So The part where we use it in free IPA again. I'm out of time We can use for save because we have to use the API to get keys, but you can just talk Oh, five minutes for question. Ah more questions. Sorry. Ah So the question with the token to get these secrets from the Unix are good And the so the the in the Kubernetes case each of the Machines has machine credentials. For example, each machine at its own private public key pair to use TLS client sort of authentication or its own Kerberos key tab to do Service-based Authentication so we can then verify that request came from that machine We partly trust the way So we have to trust the cute let demon that it tells up the right Container It's asking for for a machine. We then can verify that that contain actually run on that machine, but we theoretically the system could still lie say I've running two containers on the same machine and Oh, the secret is requested for another container not this. So there's still a trust chain. We have to Trust part of the systems for each of the steps But the other way if you use Kubernetes secrets, you still you trust that you push the secret into correct container when you start a container, so It's not at least the why I understand a modic Kubernetes expert as well as far as I understand how Kubernetes works Our approach is not less secure than the current approach back when at ease any more questions Go ahead it's a lot like four minutes to go for questions Okay, you're describing so the question was So the Question was Sure, that's my the boss of my boss. So That's a slide I skipped a bit so Java he stores just a standard API to get a secret for a running JV Java application or What do you probably know or not know is so KDE? Key ring and no key ring use internal a something called lip secrets. That's just a library that can you compile in has some C API where you use the session debuffs to talk to your like key ring and We like to do something similar just to hook in the lip secret, but for a headless server So using the system debuffs and so these are ideas we have or for Open stack hook into also config. So, yeah Yeah, okay Before you phrase you you in your experience you had issues to convince developers to Use your API because they didn't see a point or was made to how to use That's why we like to standardize on a very simple protocol using like HTTP and JSON that can be easily implemented You can write multiple clients for that or integration points and if we get multiple Companies multiple departments inside redhead outside redhead behind the very simple API then we can work on top of that and extend but first we have to show that Having API is much better than baking your own solutions Yeah So that's oh We have like a replacement thingy because they would be in that slide where you just run instead of the original app just have like a facade in front of that and then we inject for example secrets or drop files that would be a Step to use custodia API without changing your application even change the container again You still have the issues you have to these secrets on the file system We're in N far, but at least you could use the API without modifying buying the image out of time, sorry Only like three minutes over If you have any more questions feel free to contact me