Danny then told the chief of the shower of gold that had greeted him when he shook the automobile tire.
“Well, by golly, all of us missed it!” exclaimed Lonsdale. “Little O’Gorman made a thorough search and some treasure hunters went through the garage and I sent two of my best men to go over the whole place again and here you come hastening back from a watery grave and the stuff knocks you down. I’ll send immediately and have it gathered up. You must go along too, Danny.”
“Not until I see my wife!” rebelled Danny.
“Well, you’d hardly wake her up this time of night when she’s been ailing, besides.”
“Of course not!” Danny agreed ruefully.
“By the way, our old friend Markle has broken jail and is at large again,” said the chief. “That’s one reason why I am down here to-night. There is reason to believe he is headed this way. We are on the lookout for him.”
“Well, I bet you I know where he is,” cried Danny.
“I bet you don’t,” the chief retorted incredulously.
“He is in the Hathaway house, at least his wife is.”
“No! A blind man and his son and a Chinese cook are the only inmates of the old house.”