“I can read any kind of plain writing like they do in school,” said Richard, “but not this sharp-cornered kind where the m’s and u’s are alike, and all the tails are pointed.”
Slowly they puzzled out parts of it, halting long over some of the undecipherable words, but a few words here and there were all they could recognize. There were long stretches that had no meaning whatever for them. This much, however, they managed to spell out:
“Dan never took the money.... I did it.... He went away because he knew I did it and wouldn’t tell.... Sorry.... Can’t stand it any longer.... Put an end to it all....”
It was signed “Emmett Potter.”
The two children looked at each other with puzzled eyes until into Georgina’s came a sudden and startled understanding. Snatching up the paper she almost fell out of the swing and ran towards the house screaming:
“Uncle Darcy! Uncle Darcy! Look what we’ve found.”
She tripped over a piece of loose carpet spread just inside the front door as a rug and fell full length, but too excited to know that she had skinned her elbow she scrambled up, still calling:
“Uncle Darcy, _Dan never took the money. It was Emmett Potter. He said so himself!"_
