"Who did it?"
"Who but that rascal Jack Minton, and he my own nephew!"
"Are you sure it was he?"
"Yes, I saw him and talked with him."
"Tell me about it."
"He come in while I was sitting in the rocking chair and asked me for some money. He begged and implored, but I would give him nothing. Then he began to threaten, and I said I would call you. 'If you do I'll kill the kid,' he said. Then he put his hand around my throat and almost choked me."
"I fainted away, and when I came to he was gone and a hundred dollars was taken from the bureau, all I had to keep me from the poor-house," added the old woman whimpering. "But I'll get even with him. He thinks he'll have the little I have to leave because he is my nephew. He'll find himself mistaken. I'll make a will—I'll——"
"Mrs. Mack, I have something to tell you that will please you."
"Has my money been found?" asked the old woman eagerly.
"Your nephew has been arrested and he is now in the hands of the police."