"Jimmy!" he muttered, "Jimmy B.!" For the first time since he had last addressed her, he noticed Caroline. He frowned, then suddenly his face cleared.
"Look here," he said, his eye again on the man, "do you know where all that silver belongs?"
She nodded.
"I help Selma sometimes."
"Could you put it back so nobody would know?"
"Oh, yes," she answered him, "and the—things from the bureau, too?"
His lips curled scornfully and his hold on the revolver tightened.
"A thorough job, wasn't it?" he muttered, then controlling himself he answered evenly, "Oh, yes, might as well get 'em all back. We'll just step in the library a minute."
The man got up and went before him into the library, stumbling as he walked.
Lindsay watched him drop into a seat and stood in front of him.
"What proof have you got that what you said
