Roger seized the hand lying on the coverlet, and pressed it silently.
“Did they catch the thieves?” asked Bonny, huskily.
“One of them, my boy—how do you think the detectives made sure of him?”
“Don’t know.”
“He was hanging around the circus-crowd, trying to mix up with it—he had some of your yellow hairs on his coat-sleeve.”
Bonny smiled faintly.
“The police expect him to turn State’s evidence,” continued Roger.
“How much did the bank lose?”
“Fifteen thousand dollars.”