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"I think we were very fortunate to have had you in this case, doctor." "So do I!" echoed Godfrey, while Hinman flushed with pleasure. "And don't forget, Lester, that it was I who picked him out, with nothing better than the telephone-book to guide me! That was my infallible instinct!" "Suppose we say ten o'clock, then?"
"I don't like to be made a fool of by any man -especially when I need money as badly as any other man on my route." Dick took a sweeping glance at the peddler's shabby attire. While, of course, the size of a man's bank account cannot be judged from his wardrobe, Mr. Hinman had the appearance of needing money as much as he declared.
"Was it all the money you had?" Dick asked feelingly. "Yes; all except for few loose dollars that I have in a little sack in my trousers pocket," replied Mr. Hinman. "Then it was all you had in the world, outside of your peddling stock and your horse and cart?" Prescott continued. "All except a little house and barn that I own, and the small piece of ground they stand on," said the peddler.
I could only stare at her, and she smiled slightly as she saw my look. "But what is it you suspect?" I stammered. "I don't see...." "Neither do I," she broke in. "But I am trying to see I am trying to see!" and she wrung her hands together. "The disappearance of the prints seems plain enough to me," said Hinman, coming forward. "Mr.
Of course, he hopes that his father will be at work, soon; for when the old man stops working the younger man will very likely have to go to work himself." "You don't mean, doctor, that that big, healthy-looking fellow is supported by his father?" gasped Dick Prescott. "That's just what I mean," nodded the man of medicine. "Why, I didn't suppose that old Mr. Hinman earned much."
"Yes, sir," bowed Dick. "Dr. Hewitt. Let me see your patient." For some minutes the physician bent over the peddler, examining and questioning the old man, who answered with effort. "I must get Hinman to a hospital some miles from here," the physician explained, aside, to Dick. "The poor old man is going to have pneumonia, and he'd die without hospital care. Probably he'll die, anyway.
"Swain's name is in the index," I said, and he glanced at it, and then turned to the place where the page had been. "Which reminds me," said Hinman, with a rueful smile, "that I concocted a very pretty theory to account for that missing page. I felt quite chesty about it! I'm glad it didn't throw Miss Vaughan off the scent!"
I don't believe we'll have much trouble with him, though we'll have to get Reuben home and make him rest for a few days." "Where does he live?" Dick inquired. "In Fenton. Reuben has a queer little old home of his own there." "Has he a wife?" Dick asked. "She died fifteen years ago." "Are there any children to look after Mr. Hinman?" Darry asked.
His voice had mounted shrilly, and his face was working as though he could scarcely keep back the tears. "Wait a minute, doctor," broke in Godfrey. "Don't go too fast. What evidence?" For answer, Hinman flipped something through the air to him.
Reuben Hinman showed us one day. It was in regard to a bill he had given you to collect. Mr. Hinman is in the hospital and must need quite a bit of money just at present so I beg to express the hope that you have been able to collect the other half of the debt -the half that belongs to him." Lawyer Stark reddened a good deal, despite his sallow skin. "Why, what about that other half?
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