"I should think not," answered Harry, and then he returned to the house, while the old man Wiggs proceeded unmolested on his way.
"At a first glance, he DID resemble the man of the emigrant train strongly," muttered Bernard, "but I see now that I was mistaken."
"Well, how did you make out, Harry?"
"This was from Dyke Darrel, who had been watching proceedings from the window.
"A case of mistaken identity," answered the young man, with a laugh. "I was sure I had found the right man when I saw that old chap crossing the yard, but it seems that I was mistaken."
"Are you sure of it?"
"I suppose I am."
Dyke Darrel watched the retreating form of the old man with no little curiosity, however, until his bent form was lost to view down the winding road. Naturally suspicious, the detective more than half believed that the seemingly aged man had not come to the farm-house for any good purpose.
"I can't help thinking that Wiggs, as he called himself, is destined to give us trouble, Harry," the detective said, at length.
"An inoffensive old man," asserted Bernard. At the same time, however, he was not fully content to let the matter rest as it was.