“This is the best find yet!” cried our hero. “Now, father can have his money back—or at least some part of it.”
Jabez Garrison had left some of his clothing at the hotel and, later on, in one of the coats were found some time-tables of trains for the West, and a flat pocketbook containing a money-order for ten thousand dollars.
“This is another grand find,” said Frank. “Now father will surely get his money back.”
“Oh, I am crazy! crazy!” groaned Jabez Garrison, when he saw how completely he had been exposed.
“That will be for a court to decide,” said one of the officers. “For the present you will remain in the lock-up.”
“This is certainly a grand capture,” said Mark, as he and Frank were walking to a telegraph office, to send the news home. “Frank, you are a smart boy. I am proud of you for a brother.”
“Some of the credit is yours, Mark. If you hadn’t sent that letter in the first place, it is likely Garrison would have gotten away.”
“Well, it proves the old saying, ‘Murder will out’ sooner or later. I suppose he felt sure he would never be captured and that he could live like a prince on what he stole. Now, he will most likely spend a good many years in prison,” replied Mark.
“Well, he should learn the truth of the old saying, ‘Honesty is the best policy,’” replied our hero.
Let me add a few words more before drawing to a close this story of Frank Hardy, the young book agent.