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Grimshaw is who you’d want to see,” he said to Dobbs. “Follow that path.” He pressed his hat over matted brown hair and pointed his ax toward a dirt path leading through the thicket of pines on the far side of camp. “The whine of the saw or Jim’s swearing will lead you to the millhouse.”
    “Lovely.” Reginald motioned for Lily to go ahead of him.
    “The lady might choose to stay in the carriage,” the timberman advised before setting off across the grounds.
    “Not likely,” Reginald muttered.
    “Come along,” she said to the others.
    Reaching the far side of camp, she ducked beneath chains and stepped over steel tracks as she started up the hillside leading to the millhouse. The wide path cut through a patch of tall timbers. Tracks for rail cars ran along one side. She wondered why this thicket of trees hadn’t been cleared. Perhaps to cut down on noise, she thought, hearing the whine of a saw through the tall timbers. Lifting her skirt, she trudged up the hillside.
    Up ahead stood a giant open-ended barn. As she reached the top of the hill, the piercing whine of the saw fell silent. The sound of rushing water and the chirping of birds was as loud as steady traffic moving through San Francisco streets. Much like those busy streets, flatbed rail cars piled with cut wood were lined along the tracks leading to smaller open-frame buildings farther down the embankment of the river.
    “Watch your footing,” she said to Johnson and Brown as they carried the heavy lockbox across a wide grid of steel tracks. Cautiously she stepped into the millhouse, a massive structure filled with machinery and oval tables surrounded by flat hand saws. Other tables supported circular blades in a variety of sizes. The strong scent of sawdust coated her senses. In a place she’d expect to find covered in bark and shavings, the floor was swept surprisingly clean. At the far end, ramps led down to what appeared to be a giant pond filled with logs.
    “I think we got it working, Jim.”
    Two men huddled over one of the tables near the center of the room.
    “Good afternoon, gentlemen,” she called out.
    Both men jumped as though she’d raged at them. Two clean-shaven jaws dropped open as they met her gaze. Both men wore ivory hats tugged low on their brows, blue denims and ivory shirts.
    “I’m looking for Mr. Grimshaw.”
    “That’s me,” said the taller of the two, wiping a red handkerchief over the black grease on his fingers. “Who are you?”
    “We’re representatives of L. P. Carrington Industries,” said Reginald. “I’m Reginald Carrington. This is Miss Carrington and our accountants, Mr. Johnson, Allen and Brown.” Each man tipped his hat with the introduction. “Our man, Mr. Dobbs,” Regi added, motioning to their menacing guard whose presence was title enough. “Are you the manager here?”
    “I run the place,” Grimshaw said with a nod. “This is Ted Mathews, one of our tree fellers.” He jammed his thumb toward the man beside him.
    “Delighted,” Reginald said, flashing a rather patronizing smile, which wasn’t missed by the two men and annoyed Lily.
    “We’d like to have a look at your payroll files,” he continued.
    “Did the sheriff know you was coming?” asked Grimshaw, slowly strolling toward them.
    “I wasn’t even aware that we had a sheriff,” said Lily. “We’ve come to retrieve the payroll files. Where is your office?”
    The two men stared at her for a moment before looking at each other then glancing at Regi.
    “Miss Carrington has asked you a question.”
    “I, uh…” Again, Grimshaw turned toward the equally vacant expression of his co-worker.
    “Surely you have employee files,” said Lily.
    “Yes, ma’am.”
    “We would like to see them.”
    “I’ll be truthful with you. Those files aren’t as sharp as they ought to be.”
    “We’ll be able to straighten them out,” said Reginald. He pulled a stack of papers from his briefcase and held it out to Grimshaw.