“Yes.”
“You will be willing to testify to this at the police office? You see, this boy is my cousin. Mr. Fairchild is away, and I shall be blamed for this terrible loss. Why, there were eighteen hundred dollars in the parcel!”
“There were three parcels, and a roll of bills, Cousin David.”
Mr. Mullins looked surprised.
“Then it was not all put in one parcel?” he said.
“No.”
“That is strange. I—I don’t know what to do. Mr. Fairchild has telegraphed that he will be at home sometime during the day. Probably I had better wait till he comes before notifying the police.”
This he said in a questioning sort of way, as if asking Sharpleigh’s advice.
“That will give the thief a chance to escape,” suggested the detective.
“True. Perhaps you will be kind enough to leave word at the nearest police office. I only wish Mr. Fairchild were here.”