Chapter 4

So he began that journey which eventually shunted him into Denver, and he descended in ragged, greasy clothes and with a light heart to enjoy the beauties of the mountain city. But as he came out of the station yard he was aware of a vaguely familiar figure leaning against a lamppost apparently lost in thought. It was Friedman. III “Halt!” That figure struck Hagger’s imagination as a fist strikes across a lowered guard, for it could not be the Jew, and yet there he stood, wholly abs…