"Did Mr. Dunham tell you who robbed him?" she asked.
"Yes, aunt," answered Dean. "He said it was Squire Bates."
"He just told me so. What do you think of it, neighbor Gould?"
"I think your husband is upset by his accident," answered Gould, cautiously. "We'll wait and see what he says to-morrow."
"I guess you're right."
"You see he fainted away, and it's likely he hasn't fairly come to. At first I thought it wasn't true about the thousand dollars."
"That is true. He received it to-day from the new hotel company for some land he sold them."
"It's too bad, Mrs. Dunham. I'll do my part towards finding out the villain that robbed your poor husband."
"Uncle says he knew the squire by his teeth," said Dean, thoughtfully.
"They certainly are very peculiar teeth."