The Delta Pelican

There is a filing cabinet in the records room of the Ferrier Railway Bureau that nobody opens.

It stands in the far corner, behind Rosco Bascombe's long table, under the window that looks out on the fire escape and the brick wall of the building next door: a tall oak cabinet with four drawers and brass handles gone brown, older than anything else in the room. The bottom three drawers hold the Bureau's earliest files, 1912 to 1920, in brittle manila folders tied with faded red tape. The top drawer holds one file only. It has a lock of its own, and the key hangs on a nail inside Corinna Ferrier's rolltop desk, and in the nine years Mara had worked at the Bureau, Mara had never once seen the drawer opened.

Everyone at the Bureau knew what was in it, the way everyone in a family knows which closet holds the thing nobody talks about. File 12-01. The first case the Colonel ever took, the year he founded the Bureau. And the only one he never closed.

On Friday the twenty-fourth of October, 1958, at a little after four in the afternoon, Corinna Ferrier stood in the door of the records room with the key in her hand.

"Mara," she said. "Come here, please. Rosco, you too."

It was a gray, gusty Chicago afternoon, with the first real cold of the autumn in it and the leaves blowing down South Clark Street past the window, and the radiators had come on that week for the first time and filled the office with the smell of hot dust. Corinna was sixty-four now, and looked it a little more than she had a year ago; she had been ill in the summer, and had come back to the office thinner and grayer and drier than ever, with her spectacles on their chain and her pencil in her hand. She handed Mara a telegram before she said anything else.

MOBILE ALA OCT 24 1958 1102A FERRIER RAILWAY BUREAU CHICAGO PRIVATE CAR PINECREST MUSEUM MOBILE STATION ENTERED SATURDAY NIGHT LAST STOP ONLY ITEM TAKEN 1912 MOBILE DIVISION TRAIN ORDER BOOK STOP DELTA PELICAN LAST RUN FRIDAY OCT 31 STOP COMPANY WISHES BOOK RECOVERED BEFORE THEN WITHOUT PUBLICITY STOP UNDERSTAND YOUR BUREAU HAS PRIOR KNOWLEDGE OF THIS ITEM STOP REQUEST AGENT W R KINCHEN GENERAL COUNSEL GULF AND PINE BELT RR

Mara read it twice. Rosco, reading over Mara's shoulder, let out a long, slow breath.

"The Gulf and Pine Belt," he said softly. "Well, I'll be."

"Prior knowledge," said Mara. "What does he mean?"

Corinna did not answer at once. She crossed the room to the old oak cabinet, and fitted the key into the lock of the top drawer, and turned it. It was stiff. It had not been turned, Mara thought, in a very long time. The drawer came out with a groan of dry wood, and inside it, alone, lay a thick folder of brown card, bound with red tape that had faded nearly to pink, with a typed label on its tab: 12-01. GULF & PINE BELT R.R. Robbery, Express, Train No. 5, Egret Bayou, Miss. Feb. 15-16, 1912. And under it, in ink, in a big, square, forceful hand: OPEN. L.F.

Corinna lifted it out and held it in both hands, the way one holds something that might break.

"My father founded this Bureau in January of 1912," she said. "With a room on this floor, and a desk, and a typewriter, and me, aged eighteen, to work it. He'd been chief of police on the Illinois Central for eleven years. The first railroad that ever hired him on his own account was the Gulf and Pine Belt, out of Mobile, a little line along the Gulf Coast. A train was robbed. Twenty-eight thousand dollars out of the express car in the middle of the night, in a marsh in Mississippi." She laid the folder on Rosco's table. "He worked on it for four months. He went south three times. He came home the last time in June of 1912 and put this folder in that drawer and locked it, and wrote open on it, and never spoke of it to me again in thirty-two years."

"Did he know who did it?" said Mara.

Corinna looked down at the folder for a long time.

"I've never read it," she said. "I was his secretary for thirty-two years. I typed half of what's in it. But he took it out of my hands in June of 1912, and I've kept it as he left it ever since." She untied the faded tape slowly. "The book they've lost in Mobile is in this file. He asked for it. He was refused. Mr. Kinchen's grandfather, or someone like him, will have written it down somewhere. That's what he means by prior knowledge."