"So Rafe tells me."
"I was wandering around back of the bank there just now with Silas Compton. We looked at the winder where them bars was sawed. I give it as my opinion, Mr. Thompson, that them burglars didn't saw them bars in two in one night—nossir!"
"I had thought of that, Tobias," said the bank president patiently.
"Don't look like it was just a gang of burglars that come in here last night for the first time and happened to hit it lucky."
"No. I am convinced they had advice, if not assistance, in turning the trick."
"Maybe you got your suspicions of who helped 'em?" said Tobias shrewdly.
"If I have I'm not going to tell you, Tobias."
"I don't want you should—nossir!" said the lightkeeper. "I'd just as lief not know. But I am going to show you what I picked up under that winder just now. Compton and Ez Crouch seen me."
The bank president sat up straighter. He flashed a glance at the little red book. Then he looked again at Tobias.
"What is it?"