"A receipt for the delivery of the basis of your criminal prosecution," said Bart simply. "Mrs. Colonel Harrington's trunk is safe and sound on its way to its destination."
"Hurrah!" irresistibly shouted Darry Haven.
CHAPTER XXII
BART STIRLING, AUCTIONEER
It was "busy times" at the little express office at Pleasantville.
Bart had made home and lunch in half the noon hour, and entered upon a renewal of his duties with a brisk hail to his subordinates and assistants, Darry and Bob Haven.
On that especial day the services of both had been required. They had arranged to give their full time, and Bart noted that never were there more industrious and enthusiastic colleagues.
There was the sound of active hammering as Bart entered the office, which Darry suspended long enough to remark:
"How's that for the audience?"