"Did you ever know anyone else having such teeth?" asked Dean.
"No, except the squire's boy."
"Yes, Brandon's teeth are just like his father's. But of course the thief wasn't Brandon."
"Look here, Dean," said Mr. Gould quickly, "I hope you don't pay any attention to that foolish story of your uncle. He was thinking of Squire Bates, as he intended to pay him up the mortgage which he holds, and he naturally pictured him with the teeth which are his most prominent feature, so to speak. I don't fancy the squire myself, but I think he is in better business than disguising himself and robbing his neighbors."
"No doubt you are right, Mr. Gould," said Dean; but in spite of his words, and absurd as he admitted the suspicion to be, he could not help dwelling upon his uncle's story.
The next day Adin Dunham kept his bed. The shock to his system was such that his strength gave away, and the doctor was summoned.
"Adin," said his wife, anxious to clear up her doubts as to his sanity, "can you describe the man that robbed you?"
"Why should I describe him? You know how he looks as well as I do."
"How should I know, Adin?"