"Yes—Dick Roberts."
"Roberts, a detective!" said Trove, in a whisper. Then he turned to Darrel, adding, "I shall have to find the Frenchman."
"Louis Leblanc?" the young man asked.
"Louis Leblanc," Trove answered with surprise.
"He has been found," said the other.
"Then I shall be able to prove my point. He came to his home drunk one night and began to bully his family. I was boarding with the Misses Tower and went over and took the shot and iron from his hands and got him into bed. The woman begged me to bring them away."
"He declares that he never saw the shot or the iron."
Darrel rose and drew his chair a bit nearer.
"Very well, but there's the wife," said he, quickly.
"She will swear, too, that she never saw them."