“No. He is under obligation to him.”
“You and me ain’t under no obligation. Don’t you be worried about Elkton. Bet I fetch him out of quod inside of two days. Could you get a specimen of that chap’s handwriting?”
“Very probably. I might get a note from him to Mr. Elkton.”
“The very dodge!” cried Will, in enthusiasm. “You’re quick at a hint. Work it on him and I’ll do the rest. Bring it down to the store as soon as you nail it, and hand it to me. Ask for Mr. William Somers, and anybody will go for me.”
“I will try,” she answered, laughingly. “And now I must bid you good-day, Will. I believe you will find your little lost sister. Your love will bring you to her.”
“You can bet I will love her amazing when I find her,” said Will, as he hastened away to hide an unwonted softening at the eyes.
CHAPTER XXII.
THE SECRET OUT.
It was Friday. The goods taken in the previous day had been examined and found correct. Mr. Leonard, however, in accordance with his promise to Will, had kept faithfully the latter’s secret.
The merchant and detective were seated in earnest conversation this afternoon, the latter in the same disguise in which he had formerly visited the store.