The letter he
wanted was at his hand and he glanced at it hurriedly.
"Yes, it is to-morrow morning," he said. "I was to appear in court to
identify Anderson."
"They have him then?" Dorothy could not refrain from asking.
"Yes, your man--Squire Travers--refunded him up, so you see he has
returned your compliment, he has captured your enemy."
"But how could you identify Anderson? You have never seen him."
"Yes, I had that pleasure once. I saw him with Burlock and I could
identify him. Travers did some fine work on the case, walked right over
the detectives, and he deserves credit. He will get it too, in the way
of a second term as squire, for he has completely broken up the
factions--it seems like one party now."
"I am so glad," said Dorothy. "They did have such a hard time of it."
"Yes, but about to-morrow. Do you think Ralph could identify Anderson?
Ralph is out of town and I have wired him to be back to-night."
"I don't think he ever saw the man," Dorothy answered thoughtfully. "But
I saw him very distinctly. Wouldn't I do?"
"You? Why, child, could you go into a big police court and say: 'There,
that's the man;' without fainting from fright?"
"Indeed, I could," declared the girl. "I could do more than that to find
Nellie Burlock."
"If I really thought so--"
"But you must know it," said Dorothy, quick to take advantage of the
major's hesitation.
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