"And you bought the yacht of Fearson?"
"You bet!" nodded the claimant, triumphantly. "I rather think this document settles it."
"It does," nodded Frank, quietly. Then he turned to the truckman, and asked:
"When was Mr. Fearson committed to the asylum?"
"The latter part of May."
"And this bill is dated May 21st. The fellow must have been deranged then."
"Oh, you can't make that go!" cried Flynn, quickly.
"It's no use for you to try to crawl out of a little hole like that."
"Why have you not claimed the yacht before? Holding this bill, why didn't you claim it while it was in Benjamin's possession? Answer that question!"
"I was away—out of the city," faltered Flynn.