"Indeed I do!" retorted Miss Lester, fumbling in her bosom and producing a folded paper which she handed to the officer.
He read it aloud.
When he had finished reading it he passed to Mr. Cane. The lawyer compared it with the other letter. "Huh!" he snorted. "Identical! Same person wrote both of them! It's nothing but a dastardly hoax!"
The sheriff said nothing, and began to fumble in the drawers of his desk while Mr. Cane and Miss Lester were exchanging apologies and reëstablishing friendly relations. At length he turned around in his swivel-chair and announced:
"It may be a hoax, all right; but I've got other evidence against this here party."
"Evidence against me!" gasped Miss Lester.
The sheriff nodded gravely and consulted several crumpled sheets of paper he held in his hand. They were the pages torn from the Boon for Baldness diary.
"Ain't you took a lot of int'rest in this here foundling?" he asked suspiciously.
"Indeed I have!" she responded with spirit.