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"Doctor Hinman here is a physician," I said, bringing him forward. "If he can be of any service...." Goldberger glanced at him, and was plainly favorably impressed by Hinman's dark, eager face, and air of intelligence and self-control. "I shall be very glad of Dr. Hinman's help," said Goldberger, shaking hands with him. "Have you examined the body, sir?" "Only very casually," answered Hinman.
Prescott thereupon turned over on his side and dozed off. It was shortly after their first few moments of sleep had passed that a noise in the road close by awoke both boys. Dick sat up leaning on one elbow, listening. Someone was coming toward them. As the stranger came closer, Dick, his eyes seeing well in the dark, made out the unmistakable form of Reuben Hinman, the peddler.
She had always known that she was the daughter of a Mr. and Mrs. Hinman, both deceased. In the case of Reginald and, in a way, Harold also there was some uncertainty. As the former advanced in years and characteristics, it became more and more apparent to Mr.
Thus the old peddler counted his money with trembling fingers. "Where did you find the wallet?" young Prescott asked Darrin. "Up against the side of the wagon, under a partly tilted, upsidedown feed-pail," Dave answered. "I can understand why Mr. Hinman didn't find it. He was too much upset -too nervous, and it certainly didn't look like a likely place."
"Bring a lantern, quickly!" called Dick, going toward the tent door. As Greg played the rays of light against the darkness outside, Dick suddenly sprang forth into the dark. Then he returned, bearing in his arms the pitiful little figure of old Reuben Hinman, the peddler. "Look at his head!" gasped Reade, in horror, as Prescott entered with the burden.
He passed on to his own arrival from the city, to Swain's return from the rendezvous, and finally to the screams which had reached us, and to the discovery we had made when we burst into the house. "I summoned Dr. Hinman immediately," he added, "for Miss Vaughan seemed to be in a serious condition; then I called Simmonds, and suggested that he stop for you, Mr.
"Is it you, doctor?" asked Godfrey, leaning out. "Yes." "Come right up, then, to Miss Vaughan's room." We met him at the stair-head. "Oh, it's you!" he said, recognising us. "What has happened now?" "It's Miss Vaughan she's been half-suffocated. But how did you get in?" "The gates were open," Hinman answered, "so I drove right through.
"My name is Hinman, and I'm just a country doctor," said my companion; "but if I can be of any help, I hope you'll call upon me. Hello!" he added, as we turned through the gate into the grounds of Elmhurst, and he threw on the brake sharply, for a uniformed figure had stepped out into the glare of our lamps and held up his hand. The police had arrived.
"Unless you hold a regular power of attorney from your father, you could hardly give me a valid receipt," replied the lawyer sourly, as he turned away from Mr. Hartshorn and the boys and started down the street. "Won't my receipt do until my father is up and about once more?" pressed Timothy Hinman. "No, sir; it won't," snapped the lawyer. "Have you heard, this morning, how your father is?"
"Yes; and I've got to get up right away and see what I can do about getting back my money," cried the peddler. "Don't try to get up just yet," ordered Dr. Haynes. "If your money is worrying you, Mr. Hinman, I have it," Dick broke in, showing the sack. A cry of joy escaped the peddler. He sank back, murmuring: "You're good boys! I knew you were good boys!"
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