"Yes, you might as well save your time," spoke the man. "I'll tell you nothing!"
"I've got news for you, Squire," said Sandy, a little later when the constable had been called in to take the stranger back to his cell.
"Looks like good news, by your face, Sandy," the lawyer replied. "You haven't been finding money for the mortgage; have you?"
"That's just what I have, Squire!" Sandy cried. "We just found Uncle Isaac's money box!"
"You did! 'Gosh all Hemlock' as the boys used to say. How was it?"
"We found the money box—with a lot of cash and papers in a secret room in the old barn we're goin' to burn for movin' pictures. We found the money box, all right."
There was a sound from the room where the prisoner sat. He started to his feet, and stepped to the grating which separated the cell from the apartment in which Sandy and the Squire were.
"You say you found Isaac Apgar's hidden wealth?" he asked.
"Yes—but what is that to you?" inquired the Squire.
"A lot to me. The game is up now, and I'll confess everything. I've been keeping still, hoping I could get out and find that box myself. That's what my object has been in hanging around your farm," he went on. "I was looking for that box myself. I—I thought maybe I might get a reward if I located it."