"In my brother-in-law's house!" gasped Waldstricker, beginning to comprehend all that Sandy's discovery meant.
"Yep, that air it," replied Sandy.
"My God, oh, I thank thee!" ejaculated the elder, falling into his chair.
"How long he air been there, I don't know," continued Sandy.
"And that doesn't matter.... Now, then, to get him back to Auburn. I want it fixed to hustle him there quick, so Young can't put a stay on the proceedings."
Breathing hard, he took out his watch.
"It's half past four. Do those people have the least idea you saw Bishop?"
"Nope, but I saw 'im all right," said Letts, an expression of satisfied malice animating his ugly white face. "Maybe we can't make it hot for that dum lawyer who air got my girl, now."
Towering over Waldstricker's desire to lock up his father's murderer, was the wish to get even with Deforrest Young and Tessibel Skinner. If they'd had the dwarf all this time, they were all in his power. Now, he would wring their hearts! He'd show them no mercy.
"We'll even up some old scores, eh, Sandy?" he agreed.... "You get sober and be here tomorrow morning at nine o'clock, sober—cold sober, understand?"