"But I've put the advertisement in the 'Blade.'"
"There's time enough to take it out."
"I—I believe I'll do that," murmured Mrs. Dexter. Talking with the boys had given her a new little rise in courage.
"That's what I'd do if it were my case," added Darrin.
"Thank you! I'll go right up and take the advertisement out at once."
As though afraid that her courage might fail her, if she delayed, Mrs. Dexter turned and walked rapidly back in the direction whence she had just come.
"There flies a pot of money out of Dexter's window!" grinned Dave.
"I'm far from being sorry," returned Prescott.
Though neither boy had paid any heed to the fact a cab had moved slowly down Main Street past them while Mrs. Dexter was talking. The curtains were drawn just enough to make the interior of the vehicle a black shadow. Lolling on the back seat, with one curtain adjusted just so that he could look out sufficiently, sat a man, disguised somewhat, though none the less Abner Dexter.
"My wife has been up to the 'Blade' office and has put an advertisement in," muttered Dexter. "Now, she's talking to those two meddlesome boys. About me, I wonder? Blazes! There she is, turning about again. I wonder if she's going back to take that advertisement out?"