While I sat on the edge of a feed box, a form darkened the doorway, and Farmer Decker appeared.
"Hello!" he exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"
"I took the liberty to come in out of the rain," I replied. "Have you any objections to my remaining until the shower is over?"
"No, guess not. It's a mighty heavy one. Where're you from? Newville?"
"No, sir, Darbyville."
"Yes? Had quite a robbery down there, I understand."
"Is that so?"
"Yes, a chap named Strong robbed an old woman of nearly five hundred dollars. Do you know him or the woman?"
"I know the woman quite well," was my reply, and I hoped he would not question me further.
"They've got him in jail, I believe. The fellow and his sister tried to make out that a tramp had taken the money, but I understand no one would listen to the story."