"What will Mr. Harriman say?"
"There are not many orders this morning. And this is important,
Janice."
"I guess it is," agreed the girl, her face pale but her eyes sparkling with excitement.
They did not say much after that until they came in sight of the house by the canal. Oh, if it should be Olga! Janice began to tremble. Should she have gone to daddy first about it?
But daddy was still on crutches and was not fit to come out in this delivery wagon, that was sure.
What should she say to Olga if it were she? Ought she to stop and ask a policeman to go with them to the house? And yet it was a fact that she absolutely did not know for sure whether Olga had taken the treasure-box or not.
Suddenly she uttered a little exclamation. Gummy glanced ahead, too.
"Yes," he said, "that's the woman. That's the one I saw that night at Stella Latham's.
"It—it is Olga Cedarstrom," murmured Janice. Gummy drew the old horse to a stop. Janice leaped down. The Swedish woman turned and looked into Janice's blazing countenance. Her own dull face lit up and she actually smiled.
"Vell!" she exclaimed, "iss it Janice Day? I bane glad to see you. Iss your fader well?"