"From Chicago!" I ejaculated.
"Exactly."
Meanwhile Mr. Harrison was examining the statement, which Kate had produced from her dress pocket.
"I see it all," he cried. "Nicholas Weaver was the man who helped Holtzmann concoct the scheme whereby a relative in Chicago was supposed to have died and willed Aaron Woodward all his money."
"I see. But why did he leave the statement?" I asked.
"Because, he says here, Woodward did not treat him right. This Ferguson or Stumpy was a friend to Weaver, and the paper was gotten up to bring Woodward to terms."
That explanation was clear enough, and I could easily understand why John Stumpy had come to Darbyville, and how it was the merchant had treated him with so much consideration.
"And there is another thing to tell you, Roger," put in the Widow Canby. "Something I know you will be greatly pleased to hear."
"What is it?" I asked, in considerable curiosity.
"I have evidence to show that this John Stumpy was the man who robbed me of my money. Of course I knew it was so when Kate and you said so, but outsiders now know it."