Curiously, Colonel Brekenridge felt of the coins inside the bag. Mr. Kain bade him open the pouch.
The colonel poured the coins out onto the robe which covered his wheel chair.
“Well!” he exclaimed. “These too have a somewhat familiar appearance.”
“Then the coins are yours?” asked Mr. Kain.
“No, but I think I recognize them. They belonged to my son.”
“Is the boy here now?”
Colonel Brekenridge smiled as he moved his wheel chair so that the sun would not shine directly into his eyes.
“Oh, my son is a grown man,” he replied. “At present he is abroad serving in the army.”
“This puzzle grows more confusing by the minute,” declared Mr. Holloway. “Suppose we tell you exactly how we came into possession of the bag of coins.”
The Den Dad then related how the arrow with a message attached had been shot near Mr. Kain’s car.