Roy found that there would be a train to Acatonick in about half an hour, and their new found friend hastened off, after warm farewells, to catch it. He promised to be back within a few days and let them know of his success, and also inform them of any further arrangements he might be prepared to make about his offer.
“Well,” said Roy, after he had gone, “the skies are beginning to clear, sis.”
“Yes, but there is still one thing to be cleared up, Roy,” she said.
“I know—the disappearance of those jewels,” rejoined Roy. “Oh, if only we had something more to go upon than mere suspicions.”
“Perhaps we will have before long,” said Peggy, musingly.
CHAPTER XXIII.
LIKE THIEVES IN THE NIGHT.
“Heard anything of Fanning Harding?” asked Jimsy, one bright morning, as he stopped his car at the Prescotts’ gate and he and Jess got out.