"I'm going to hitch up Nellie and drive over to Dr. Cole's farm. I—I feel sure he buried the money!"
"God Almighty!" exclaimed Hughie.
But Kenny was already on his way to the kitchen door.
CHAPTER XXV
CHECKMATE!
Daylight came bleak and cold as Kenny drove rapidly up the doctor's lane. The aggrieved mare had traveled. Through the farm window, green with potted begonias, Kenny could see the doctor already at his breakfast. A young colored girl was pouring out his coffee. The doctor himself opened the door.
"Well, Mr. O'Neill," he exclaimed, "who's sick? Not Joan, I hope?"
"No," said Kenny, following the doctor back to the table. "No, nobody sick."
"Sit down," invited the doctor, "I always figure you can talk as well sitting as standing and you can rest. Won't you have some breakfast?"