“Father, Fred Doane is coming out from town,” she said breathlessly. “Do you suppose they’ve got him?”
“Maybe so, girlie,” said the old man. “It was a bold business, an’ what could you expect?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I can’t seem to understand. All this trouble is coming so suddenly. Father, are you sure you heard Roger refuse to aid that man Eagen in some shady scheme last night?”
“Ab-so-lutely,” declared Mallory. “I’ve been wondering, daughter, if he didn’t turn Eagen down because he had this scheme of his own.”
The purr of a motor came to them from outside, and Laura, hastily wiping her eyes with a small handkerchief, went slowly out.
“Laura!” cried Fred Doane, as he came up the steps, holding out his hands.
“What––what is it, Fred?” she faltered. “Have they caught–––”
“Not yet,” said Doane briskly, as Mallory appeared in the door. “An’ they probably won’t get him. He’s clever, that fellow.”
The bank cashier indulged in a frown, but he was plainly nervous.
“Then what news do you bring here?” Mallory demanded. “Did you come to tell us he’d got away clean?”