"
"Did he confess?" asked Wentworth a shade too eagerly.
"Confess nothing! He swears he's innocent. But there's nothing to it.
They've got the goods on him--everything but the coat. They can't find
that, and they never will. I got the story from Hicks, the police
chief. Old John had him arrested and he knocked Hicks down and got
away. They caught him again, and Judge Emerson fixed his bail at ten
thousand. Someone furnished the bail that same night, and Hedin has
skipped out, slick and clean. They sure put one over on McNabb--ten
thousand for bail, twenty thousand to divide between them, and McNabb
is holding the bag."
"And we'll leave him holding the bag again," grinned Wentworth.
"That's what we will. He's been a hard man to down. I don't mind
saying it to you, I've laid for him ever since I've been in Terrace
City, and I've never been able to get him. Several times I've thought
I had him, but he always managed to wriggle out someway. But now he
seems to have let down all of a sudden. Either his luck has deserted
him, or he has begun to break."
"You are pretty sure he will not be here to-morrow?"
Orcutt nodded. "Dead sure. You were right about his believing that he
has till the first of August on those options. I overheard him telling
Bronson on the golf links that he had to be in Canada on August first,
and that he would leave about the middle of July.
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