“I don’t see what good it’ll do,” observed Silas. “It’s jest a plain handkerchief, with nothin’ on it.”
“Never you mind,” declared Constable Wolff. “Real detectives can see clues where other folks can’t see nothin’. I’ll have a look at that clue.”
“An’ I’ll go along an’ arrest th’ robber when ye find him,” volunteered his companion. “I reckon between us both, Jake, we’ll be able t’ land him behind th’ bars.”
“Wait until I see that clue,” said Constable Wolff, with a mysterious air.
“Guess you won’t need much of a clue to tell who robbed the doctor’s house,” suddenly remarked Hank Lee, who had been listening to the talk.
“Not need any clues? Of course I need clues,” replied Constable Wolff.
“Not to my way of thinking.”
“Why not? Do you mean t’ say ye know who the robber was?”
“Well, I can come pretty near guessing. If you was to ask Dan Hardy what he was doing out all night last night an’ what he has in a bundle that he took such care of, an’ why he was riding horse back before sun-up this morning, I reckon he’d be some embarrassed to answer you,” went on Hank.
“Do you mean Dan robbed that house?” asked Constable Walker, while Silas and Jacob looked astonished.