“Maybe you’re right,” Kate admitted with a sigh.
CHAPTER VII
ANONYMOUS LETTERS
Sheriff Bolt, though a politician, was an honest man. It troubled him that Cullison’s friends believed him to be a partisan in a matter of this sort. For which reason he met more than half way Curly’s overtures. Young Flandrau was in the office of the sheriff a good deal, because he wanted to be kept informed of any new developments in the W. & S. robbery case.
It was on one of those occasions that Bolt tossed across to him a letter he had just opened.
“I’ve been getting letters from the village cut-up or from some crank, I don’t know which. Here’s a sample.”
The envelope, addressed evidently in a disguised hand, contained one sheet of paper. Upon this was lettered roughly,
“Play the Jack of Hearts.”