CHAPTER XXXIII
KING AROUSED
Benton King, politely invited—nay,
urged—to call on Bob Hutchinson at the
Central Hotel, dropped round that same
Sunday afternoon, out of passing curiosity, and
listened with swiftly growing interest to what
Hutchinson had to tell.
"I knew it!" exclaimed King triumphantly, when the vengeful manager had finished. "I knew it all the time, but I didn't have the proof. For the last few days I've been expecting a letter that ought to contain all the proof anybody wants."
"What more," inquired Hutchinson, "do you want than what I have given you? I have shown you the letter written to Hazelton, which was mailed to him in an envelope addressed to Tom Locke. That certainly nails it on him for fair."
"Yes," said Bent, with a nod, "but I'll have something more convincing than that for a skeptical person, if I'm not badly mistaken. He was a fool to deny his identity in the first place."
