"All right. We'll come in," Wallace added, and appeared with Durham at his heels.
"Do you know this?" Durham asked, as he held out his hand.
"My watch! Where on earth did you find it?" Harding cried.
"It is yours?"
"It's the one which disappeared from under my pillow the night the bank was robbed."
"I thought so."
"Have you found anything more?" Wallace asked breathlessly.
"All the money and a lot of jewellery. I would like Mr. Harding to come along with me to-night to the place where I have it hidden. We can bring it in quietly without anyone knowing. But till then, don't let this be seen, and don't breathe a word of what I have told you. Now I've got the money I want to make sure of the man."
Wallace slapped him warmly on the back.
"You're a marvel, Durham. I knew you'd do it somehow, but I'm bothered if I could see how. May I wire to head office?"