After that Frank had to tell all the particulars of just how the money had been found, and then the Windhams told him how Alexander Price had lived and died, and how queer he was in more ways than one. Mrs. Windham had been his only living relative, so there could be no doubt but that the bank bills were meant for her.
It was nearly midnight before Frank returned to the hotel. He felt very light-hearted, for he had done his duty, and made two of his fellow beings very happy.
CHAPTER XXI
GABE FLECKER SHOWS HIS HAND
On the afternoon of the following day Frank was riding toward the hotel when he heard a loud call from a side road, and looking in that direction he saw Samuel Windham waving a hand to him. He leaped from his bicycle, and waited for the young farmer to come up.
“I was going up to the hotel to see you,” said Windham.
“Anything wrong about that money?” questioned Frank, quickly.
“No, only if you don’t mind, I’d like to look through those books with you.”
“Not at all. Come on,” was our hero’s reply.
He rode along slowly, and the young farmer walked by his side. When the hotel was reached our hero led the way to his room and brought out the package of books.