"I trust so. It will save a good deal of trouble."
"Woodward can be taken into custody as soon as the necessary papers are made out," concluded. Mr. Harrison.
An instant later we were on the way. I wondered what had become of John Stumpy. It was strange that he had not turned up at the Palace of Pleasure. Perhaps Mr. Aaron Woodward had intercepted him and either scared or bought him off.
The fellow held much evidence that I wished to obtain, for every letter or paper against Mr. Woodward would make my father's case so much stronger, and I determined with all my heart that when once brought to trial there should be no failure to punish the guilty, so that the innocent might be acquitted.
At the police station we found the sergeant in charge. Mr. Harrison was well known in the locality, and his presence gained at once for us a private audience.
The officer of the law gave the case his closest attention, and asked me even more questions than had been put to me before.
"I remember reading of this affair in the court records," he said. "Judge Fowler and I were saying what a peculiar case it was. Chris Holtzmann claims to keep a first-class resort, and I would hardly dare to proceed against him were it not for these papers, and you, Mr. Harrison."
"You will arrest him at once?" questioned the gentleman.
"If you say so."
"I do, most assuredly."