“It must be Jabez Garrison!” cried Frank.
“I believe you are right, my son,” answered Mr. Hardy. “And if so, we ought to notify the police without delay.”
“And the most wonderful part of it is, that other man must be Gabe Flecker,” went on our hero.
“There may be some mistake,” put in Mrs. Hardy, timidly. “Thomas, you must not have an innocent man arrested.”
“You are right there, Margy. If I did that, it might cost me a pretty penny for damages. I wish I was well enough to go down to Charleston. I’d take the first train.”
“Let me go, father!” cried Frank, quickly. “It’s just the thing! Why didn’t I think of it before?”
“Are you sure you would know Jabez Garrison?”
“Positive, father. Haven’t I seen him a number of times, when he called at the store?”
“It is a long trip to Charleston, South Carolina,” came from Mrs. Hardy.
“I shouldn’t mind it in the least, mother. Besides, remember Mark is there. I can telegraph to him that I am coming on.”