"Night-walkers?" repeated Garrison. "People?"
"Fishin' worms," supplied Mr. Pike. "Angleworms walk at night and Will gits 'em for bait. Goes out with a dark lantern and picks 'em up."
"I see," said Garrison. "What sort of a looking person was the man who got into Mrs. Wilson's house?"
"A little shaver, that's all I could see," said the youthful angler.
The description tallied closely with all that Garrison had heard before of Hiram Cleave, or Foster Durgin.
"Very good," he said. "Did you see what he did in the room?"
"Didn't do nuthin' but steal a couple of cigars," informed the disciple of Walton. "He wasn't there more'n about a minute."
"But he did steal a couple of cigars?" echoed Garrison, keenly alert to the vital significance of this new evidence. "Did he take them from the table?"
"Nope. Took 'em out of a box."
"Then came out by the window and departed?"