“Probably.”
“Well, how could they get them if they weren’t in the house?”
“He should have located them before he turned his confederates loose.”
“Then you really think Pedro was at the bottom of all that?”
“I have not said so,” was the reply. “There is no knowing whether he was or not.”
“I wish you wouldn’t be so secretive,” Frank said. “You have a straight out and out theory of that night’s work, and you won’t tell me what it is.”
“I never form theories,” was the reply.
“What would Pedro want of the papers?” Frank demanded. “Was he in the plot to blow up the dam, or was he just paid to get them?”
“I can tell you more about that in a few days. It is midnight, and I will relieve you. Go to bed.”
“I shall sleep sounder after I hear from father,” the boy said, passing into the cottage. “He may be having troubles of his own in New York,” he added, pausing at the door for a last word.