And with his tin box under his arm, Horace Sumner rushed from the house, taking the golden locket with him.
When he appeared at the station-house he seemed almost like a crazy man, so eager was he to interview Allen. A private meeting between the two was speedily arranged.
"Allen, I have come on an important mission," began Horace Sumner.
"Have you? I thought you had your bonds," returned the swindler, as cooly as he could.
"I am not referring to the bonds. This matter is far more important."
"Indeed!"
"When you and the others were at the old Flack mansion Samuels mentioned a subject that lies close to my heart."
"Samuels didn't know what he was saying," growled Allen, turning pale.
"He did, Allen. I have been blind, but my eyes are now wide open. Caleb Allen, years ago you stole my son, my little baby boy."
"It's not true!" almost shouted Allen, but he trembled from head to foot.