“Don’t you worry,” advised the old soldier. “It will all come right in time.”
Dan and his friend went to the small cottage where they lived. It was a humble home, but neat and clean, for Dan took pride in keeping it in order. Mr. Harrison said it was more like a home to him than it had ever been before, for Dan had learned many housekeeping ways from Mrs. Savage, mean as she had been to him.
Mr. Harrison lost no time in arranging to have his machine shop finished. This necessitated him going away from home quite often during the next few weeks, and Dan was left alone. He did not mind this as it gave him time for studying, which he had to neglect while he was working for Mr. Savage.
One morning as the two were at the partly completed shop, watching the workmen, Constable Wolff came along.
“Wa’al, I s’pose ye heard th’ news?” he said in a questioning tone.
“No. What news?” asked Mr. Harrison.
“Why, Hank Lee’s store was robbed last night.”
“Mr. Lee’s store robbed!” exclaimed Dan.
“Yep,” went on the constable, as if he was delighted at it, as, indeed, he was secretly, as it gave him a chance to do something, even if it was not very much. “They bursted open a winder, same as they done at Dr. Maxwell’s an’ cleaned out th’ cash drawer, besides takin’ a lot of cigars.”
“Have you any clues?” asked the old soldier. “Do you suspect Dan of this crime?” and he smiled a little bitterly.