"But he wouldn't do such a mean thing unless he had a grudge against you," remarked Mont.
"He has several of them. More than once, when he was drunk, and came interfering around my work, I threatened to report him. Besides, I have the job he always thought his son Mike should have."
"I see. But can you prove that he had the safe?"
"I don't think I can. But I believe I can prove that I lost it, and was home when the fire started?"
"Does Deb know you are here?" asked Mont, suddenly.
"Not unless some one else has let her know. Will you take her a note?"
"Certainly; I was going to suggest that very thing. I intended to call on her."
Jack took the sheet of paper that Mont supplied and wrote a few words of cheer to his sister.
"I'll tell her the particulars," said the young man, as he pocketed the letter. "Is there anything else you want done?"
"Nothing now. Maybe there will be later on."