Mrs. Burke slowly wheeled her horse.
"I shall not come to-morrow," she said. "It is evident I'm not wanted. But I shall come in a few days and take one of them away with me to my house. I'm sure Mr. Durham would be much better away from here. Tell the doctor I say so. Who is taking Mr. Durham's place?"
"Taking up his work do you mean?"
"Yes—who is looking for the man who stole my deeds from the bank? Why aren't you doing it, instead of wasting your time here?"
"Oh, that'll be all right, Mrs. Burke. We've got a clue—don't you be uneasy."
"I shall be uneasy until Mr. Durham is able to look after it again. He is the only hope I have of ever seeing my papers again."
"You're right," the trooper exclaimed. "He's the smartest man for the job there is. That's why he's lying there now—we know for certain he was on their track when he got here, and as soon as they saw who it was after them, they went for him. It wasn't the fault of the chap who tried to brain him that the sub-inspector is alive to-day."
"He is very badly hurt?" Mrs. Burke asked.
"The chap who hit him saw to that—I'd just like to have my hands on him for a few minutes, the mean hound. There was probably more than one, and while the sub-inspector was facing the others, this one must have crept up behind him and tried to brain him from the back. But we'll get him, and then he will know something."
"You think you will catch them?"