"Then you made use of me, at my risk, as the Scottish police did afterwards?" Foster rejoined. "I don't know that I've much to thank you for, since it led to my being thrown off the Montreal express and chased across the Border bogs."
"I must allow that we did something of the kind," Hulton owned with a smile. "But we'll let that go. What have you found out?"
Foster handed him Graham's letter and the check on the American bank, but not the circular check for Daly. Hulton's face showed stern satisfaction and he gave Foster a very grateful look.
"I owe you much for this and am not going to forget the service. These papers prove conspiracy and robbery, and clear my boy. But how did you get them?"
Foster supplied a garbled account of his interview with Graham, and
Hulton looked at him thoughtfully.
"Its plain that you're keeping something back, but if it's your or your partner's business, I suppose I can't object. I believe you mean to do the square thing."
"Thank you," said Foster. "What have you found out about Daly?"
"Enough to show he wasn't at the factory the night Fred was killed," Hulton answered with stern self-control. "But he was in the plot and is being watched in Scotland."
"Then you don't know that he's in Canada?"
Hulton stretched out his hand to a bell, but Foster stopped him.