“You haven’t missed money before, have you?”
“Not to my knowledge, but he must have took it. Abel, I want you to go right over to the Widow Rand’s and tell Chester I want to see him. I dunno but I’d better send the constable after him.”
“Shall I carry him his handkerchief?”
“No, and don’t tell him it’s been found. I don’t want to put him on his guard.”
Abel put his broom behind the door and betook himself to the house of Mrs. Rand.
The widow herself opened the door.
“Is Chester at home?” asked Abel.
“Yes, he’s eating his breakfast. Do you want to see him?”
“Well, Mr. Tripp wants to see him.”
“Possibly he wants Chester to give him a little extra help,” she thought.