“Of course. And if we can determine which one of those men found the note-book, we’ll have some valuable evidence.”
“It may force a confession from them,” said Rand. “Just before we came down here, as you remember, Inspector Cameron endeavored to cross-examine them. It was useless. Well, I haven’t lost hope that we may succeed next time. I’ll take this diary with me.”
“May I look at it?” requested Sandy, holding out his hands.
“What about the treasure?” asked Dick. “What will we do with the chest?”
“Our inspector will attend to that,” answered Wyatt. “Probably will be removed to the new Bank of Commerce, just recently established here.”
“There are two likely places, where one might find that note-book,” mused Rand, “—at Creel’s and Frischette’s.”
“We can stop at both places on our way back,” suggested Dick.
“A good idea. Then there’s MacGregor’s shack too, I—”
“Listen to this,” interrupted Sandy, waving one arm about excitedly.
In his haste to open it, the diary slipped from his trembling fingers and fell to the floor. Picking it up, he experienced some difficulty in finding the right page again. The others waited impatiently. Finally, Sandy read: