“We hope so,” replied Mr. Harrison, “but I wish you would kindly say nothing about it, as it may spoil my plans.”
“I’ll not. I hope for Dan’s sake that the burglars are discovered. We never for a moment suspected him. His mother was an old friend of mine.”
“Thank you very much,” said Dan, his heart warming toward the physician’s good wife, at her kind words.
It was the work of but a few moments to compare, by means of the dividers, the dents in the doctor’s window with those in Hank’s store.
“They are exactly the same,” announced Mr. Harrison. “I thought we should find them so. That slick stranger is guilty of both robberies.”
“The next thing to do is to find him,” said Dan, “and I am afraid that will be harder work.”
“Yes, it will,” admitted the old soldier, “but the battle has only just begun. Up to now we have been skirmishing. Now I am going to unlimber my heavy guns.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I am going to hire the best private detective I can get to prove your innocence, and arrest the real robbers!”