“What do you mean?”
“I mean that Jabez Garrison knows he is found out and that he has flown.”
“You mean that he has run away?” whispered Frank, in horror.
“It certainly looks that way. We have had an expert on his books for two days, and it is a fact beyond question that he has swindled our benevolent order out of at least thirty-five thousand dollars.”
“Then he ought to be locked up.”
“If we can lay our hands on him.”
“Why don’t you notify the police?”
“That’s what we will do—if he doesn’t come back pretty soon.”
“We must catch him by all means—for my father’s sake as much as for yours.”
“True, my boy; but if he has really run away he has probably covered his tracks well.”