The Tall Target Page #7

There'll be another day.

It looks like somebody read

your report after all, John.

I'll take care of Mr. Kennedy.

No. No.

You stay here and watch him

until the train gets out of Baltimore.

Then get rid of him as you see fit.

And after that?

You might as well

keep on going to Atlanta.

Good morning, Colonel.

This is one ride we won't

forget in a hurry, eh?

I'm afraid not.

Ah! Mrs. Gibbons.

I hope Mr. Gibbons

had a good night's rest.

Yes. Thank you.

Left face. Form a line.

Colonel.

I'll leave you here.

If you're in any further need of my

services, you know where to find me.

There are only two trains

booked through here today.

The Flyer and the Inauguration Special.

That's right.

The package.

What package?

They didn't hold the train

in Philadelphia

an hour and a half

just to put that package on board.

They held it for him.

What are your orders, sir?

Let me through.

Robert! Robert!!

Robert!

Robert!!

See Mrs. Gibbons. Her husband...

See Mrs. Gibbons!

Her husband! Mrs. Gibbons! Mrs. Gibbons!

Foreword, March!

Where is he?

- Who?

- You know who I mean!

Who's in there? Open up.

What are you doing in here?

Where did he come from?

I'm putting him in your custody.

He's wanted by the police.

I know. How did you catch him?

- I can explain.

- You can explain nothing.

You've caused us nothing but trouble

ever since you came aboard.

You guard him

until I can get the authorities.

Lieutenant. We'll need your gun.

Certainly.

Sit over there.

No more of your tricks, Kennedy.

Don't worry.

I won't cause you any more trouble.

Let's hope not.

Pretty country.

Mr. Lance.

Where's my gun?

I haven't seen it.

Did you see it, Rachel?

- No, Mr. Lance.

- Are you sure?

Even if I knew where it was,

I wouldn't tell you, Mr. Lance.

How about a chew of tobacco?

Give me the gun, Rachel.

I haven't got it, Mr. Lance.

You're making trouble

for yourself, Rachel.

Serious trouble.

I'm not afraid.

Lance!

Lance!

What is it?

What's happening?

This man is a dangerous criminal.

Kindly open the door.

But he's wanted for

I trust you've not made him

too uncomfortable.

Open the door.

You will please remain

at this end of the car.

What I have to say

must be said quickly.

And to him alone.

Your report to the War Department

was received and acted on.

My employer Allan Pinkerton

persuaded Mr. Lincoln

to cancel his speech in Baltimore.

He is at present

acting as his personal bodyguard.

And has taken every possible means

to ensure Mr. Lincoln's

safe arrival in Washington.

I gather Mr. Ward's package

is one of them.

I'd give a hat to know what's in it.

Your testimony will be needed

when the conspirators come to trial.

You've earned that hat, Mr. Kennedy.

And an official commendation too.

There is no E.J. Ward.

And that package is

full of yesterday's newspapers.

You know everyone aboard this train?

I think I do.

The best night's sleep

I've had in months, Mrs. Gibbons.

You needed it.

Any news, Mr. Pinkerton?

The journey was without incident, sir.

Did ever any President

come to his inauguration

so like a thief in the night?

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