“Why, I didn’t know about the locket for quite a few minutes after I lost it. It must have been while we were eating. We stopped and LeBlanc built a fire and cooked some food. Just as soon as I missed the locket I thought that someone might find it, and so I thought then about leaving other things behind. The only thing I could get at were those buttons, and there were only four of those on the side of my dress. I put them there for a little ornament, and when I did it I never thought that they would lead you to me. There, don’t you think I was very foolish?”
“Yes, I think you were,” said Garry with a laugh.
“That isn’t the right answer at all,” she pouted. “You should have said I wasn’t.”
“You should be mighty thankful that this young man had brains enough to find us, young lady,” said Simmons sternly. “By the way, there are two questions I should like to ask you, young man. First, how did you find us?”
Garry explained about the visit they had made to Lafe Green’s and the confession they had obtained from the tramp.
“The rest was just a hunch, and it turned out to be a lucky one,” concluded Garry.
“That’s all right, then. Now what made you look so funny when I told you my name, and what made you appear to doubt me?”
“Nothing very much, unless you can call it funny when I tell you that we have seen and talked with a man who says he is a United States postal inspector whose name is Simmons, and who is now at Hobart investigating the robberies.”
“What?” exploded the man. “Some one parading under my name?”
“Exactly,” answered Garry dryly. “One of the pair of you must be wrong.” Just then a thought struck Garry. “I guess you’re the right one, and something that puzzled me for a while has been explained.”