"Does it seem almost too good to be true?"
"That's just it," I returned. "The events of the past week have so crowded on each other that I'm in a perfect whirl."
"You will have a little more excitement before it is over."
"I suppose so. But now that I know it is all right I shall not mind it. I wonder if I couldn't send my father the good news by telegraph?"
"You can easily enough. But don't you think you had better wait until all is settled? You might raise false hopes."
"No fear; Aaron Woodward is guilty beyond a doubt. But I will wait if you think best."
It was not long before the train rolled into Newville. On alighting Mr. Harrison insisted on hiring a cab, and in this we bowled swiftly on our way to Darbyville. As we passed out of the city and up on the country road I wondered how matters had progressed during my absence. Had the merchant returned home?
At Darbyville a crowd of men gazed at us with curious eyes. Among them was Parsons the constable and others who knew me.
"Hello, you back again?" shouted Parsons.
"Yes, indeed," I replied. "I suppose you didn't expect me so soon?"