"Yes. Out West they told me——"
"And lied. They were at your father's place in Georgia."
"My gracious! I hope they have done nothing wrong."
"Well, they have. We are bound to find out about it, too."
"Can you tell me what this all means?"
"Of course we can. But we are going to arrest this man."
"Come into the parlor so the neighbors won't hear you."
They dragged the darky into the parlor.
The crayon picture of a man hanging on the wall met Harry's glance, and pointing excitedly at it, he cried:
"See, Old King Brady! There's a photograph of the murdered man we saw in the box this coon was handling!"