"And did you obtain the money and packages that were stolen?" asked Horace Kelsey.
"We recovered nearly everything. By the way," went on the detective, "did you say your name was Ralph Nelson?"
"Yes, sir."
"I overheard this Percy Paget say how he had put a valise in your yard in order to throw suspicion on you. I knew of that valise being found. You are now cleared on that point."
"I am glad of it," replied Ralph, heartily.
"There is something else which may interest you. I do not quite understand it, because this Paget boy is one of the robbers. Among the registered letters which Dock Brady held was one sent by Squire Paget to some friend in New York. This contained several important papers relating to some property in Westville belonging to a Mrs. Martha Nelson, widow of the late Randolph Nelson——"
"My mother!" shouted Ralph. "Hurrah! the missing papers have been found!"
"Dock Brady was evidently holding them to obtain money from the squire on them," went on the man in black. "What shall we do with them? Under the law they ought to be forwarded to the party in New York."
"Keep them until matters can be straightened out," said Horace Kelsey, coming to Ralph's rescue. "Listen, and I will tell you where we are going, and what my young friend intends to do."