PREPARING FOR THE BURGLAR.
Carl stared at Mr. Thorndike in surprise and dismay.
“A burglar!” he ejaculated.
“Yes; I was present in the courtroom when he was convicted of robbing the Springfield bank. I sat there for three hours, and his face was impressed upon my memory. I saw him later on in the Joliet Penitentiary. I was visiting the institution and saw the prisoners file out into the yard. I recognized this man instantly. Do you know how long he has been here?”
“For two weeks I should think.”
“He has some dishonest scheme in his head, I have no doubt. Have you a bank in Milford?”
“Yes.”
“He may have some design upon that.”
“He is very intimate with our bookkeeper, so his nephew tells me.”
Mr. Thorndike looked startled.