HE EXAMINED THE BLOTTER WITH CARE
Hargreave had always been something of a mystery to his neighbors. Where he had lived in other days was unknown; neither had any one the remotest idea from what source his riches had been obtained. And nothing was known of Jones or the daughter. It was a very shrewd method of clearing every one out of the house and leaving it to be examined at leisure. And he had fallen upon this thing; he, Norton, all because his tailor had written him a sharp note about his bill and he had been provoked to reply in kind! Counterfeit money. There was quite a flurry these days over certain issues of spurious paper. It was so good that only experts could detect it. There were two plates, one for a ten and another for a twenty. For a while he was pulled between duty and love. Well, it would only add another interesting chapter to the general story when he published it. He started out to Riverdale to acquaint Jones with the discovery.
"Humph!" said Jones; "not a bad idea this. So that's what the sneak was doing here last night. I've been wondering and wondering. Let's have a look."
He went through the books and at length came across the three volumes. These held a thousand in excellent counterfeit.
"Mighty good work that. What are you going to do?" asked the reporter.
Jones rubbed his chin reflectively. "How long may a counterfeiter be sent up?"
"Anywhere from ten to twenty years."
"That will serve. My boy, this time we'll go and take Mr. Black Hundred right in his cubby-hole."
"You know where it is?"