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But, after an exhaustive search, and much questioning of persons who might have seen the man, no news of importance was turned in at the committee meeting. Mr. Travers had what he considered a tangible clew. Miles Burlock had told him that a man from Rochester had been hounding him for weeks, and that he pretended to know something of Burlock's business. "Burlock, it seems," Mr.
Of course she could not tell her friend what it was that made her so quiet, and it really was hard to keep a secret like that of the mysterious man from Tavia. Perhaps she could tell her in the afternoon, by that time Mr. Burlock would likely have all his affairs attended to and then he said he would tell the town who the man was for whom the people had been looking.
When he grabbed me he hissed into my ear, 'Did Miles Burlock leave his money with your father? Oh!" exclaimed Dorothy, "I can't bear to think of it yet." "Excuse me, coz," spoke up Ned, "perhaps I should not have made you think of it." "Indeed, I scarcely ever get it out of my mind. It just haunts me."
The faint moonlight, that now streamed from the spring sky, made a silvery glow upon the faces of the two men, and even in the shadows, that of Miles Burlock showed features firm and what might be called handsome. Dorothy had often seen him before, but he had never looked that way. His face was clearer now he was changed.
"Did he?" replied Dorothy, absently. "And you knew, of course, about poor Miles Burlock he died when you were sick, so I did not tell you anything about it." "Yes, father told me." "What are you thinking of, Doro? You are not listening to me at all." "I have so much to think of," answered Dorothy, smiling. "I can hardly keep my thoughts in line."
"I must tell you something in confidence," said she, "father thinks he has a clew to the little Burlock girl's whereabouts." "Yes, and I thought the same thing when what do you suppose? Aunt Mary writes me that the woman Mrs. Burlock is dead!" "Dead!" exclaimed Dorothy. "Yes, and the society cannot now find her girl she did have a daughter."
"Dorothy," he murmured. "My own Little Captain! You have led us all to victory! God bless you!" Of course there were a hundred and one explanations to make, and many stories to tell besides. Nellie Burlock told of her life with Mrs. Mooney, and of how she and the woman had been threatened more than once by Andrew Anderson. To Mr.
"You need not fear us," he told her kindly. "We have the best of news for little Nellie Burlock, and we are only too anxious to make her acquainted with it." "But we have been disappointed so often," objected the woman, "and that man Anderson " "You need not think of him now," said Squire Travers. "We have just left him in the hands of the sheriff.
"And I have not seen Miles Burlock all week," commented Dorothy, "You know I had been trying to get him to reform." "Everybody seems to be trying to do that." "Well, Ralph told me he had seen Burlock crying like a baby one day because a little girl asked him for a penny.
"Yes, your man Squire Travers refunded him up, so you see he has returned your compliment, he has captured your enemy." "But how could you identify Anderson? You have never seen him." "Yes, I had that pleasure once. I saw him with Burlock and I could identify him. Travers did some fine work on the case, walked right over the detectives, and he deserves credit.
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