"The rascal! You had better get Mr. Laning to look into this for you. If he bothers you any more he ought to be locked up."
"Just what I think. But mamma is too timid to go to the police, or anything like that."
"I wish I was there when old Crabtree called—I'd give him a piece of my mind!"
"Oh, Dick, maybe he would want to to shoot you, or something!"
"No, Josiah Crabtree isn't that kind. He be longs to the snake-in-the-grass variety of rascals. But perhaps he won't come again—now that your mother has refused to see him."
"I wish I could be sure of it," sighed the girl.
"What have you done about the fortune, Dora?"
"Mamma has everything in the vault of a safe deposit company in Ithaca. We don't know just what to do—thinking Tad Sobber may tie the money up again in the courts."
"I don't see how he can do that—unless he brings up some new evidence to prove that the fortune belongs to Sid Merrick's estate."
"Uncle John thought it might be best to buy Tad Sobber off—just to end the matter. But Sobber wanted too much."
"I'd not give him a cent—he doesn't deserve it—after the way he treated you, and us. I don't
