"Have you looked there?" queried Mr. Harrison.
"No," said Kate; "you don't think&—" she began.
"There is nothing like looking," said my Western friend, slowly.
"I guess you're right," I replied, "and the sooner the better."
In a minute I was out of the house. Kate was close on my heels, and together we made our way to the orchard, followed by the others.
"Now, let me see," I went on. "If he went over the fence here he must have vaulted over. I'll try that, and note how the money might have dropped."
I placed my hands on the top rail and sprang up to vault over. As my head bent over, my eyes caught sight of an object lying in the hole of the fence post.
I picked it up. It was the Widow Canby's pocketbook.