cash and papers in a secret room in the old barn we're goin' to burn for movin' pictures. We found the money box, all right."
There was a sound from the room where the prisoner sat. He started to his feet, and stepped to the grating which separated the cell from the apartment in which Sandy and the Squire were.
"You say you found Isaac Apgar's hidden wealth?" he asked.
"Yes—but what is that to you?" inquired the Squire.
"A lot to me. The game is up now, and I'll confess everything. I've been keeping still, hoping I could get out and find that box myself. That's what my object has been in hanging around your farm," he went on. "I was looking for that box myself. I—I thought maybe I might get a reward if I located it."
This statement might be doubtful, but there was no way of disproving it. The man might have been hoping only for a reward; but, on the other hand, if he had found the wealth he might have kept it all for himself.
"How did you come to know about this?" asked Squire Blasdell, curiously. "Did you ever know Isaac Apgar?"
"Well, I don't know as you could exactly call it 'knowing' him," was the slow answer, "see-
