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Rh "I know I did, sir."

"Have you no testimony whatever to corroborate your story?"

"I am sorry to say I have not."

"How could he have any?" put in the superindent. "It's the worst fake I ever heard."

"Where do Felter and Nolan live?" went on Belden Brice, without paying any attention to the last remark.

Franklin told him.

"Perhaps some one in the tenements saw them go away and come back."

"That's so!" cried Franklin. "If they did, that would be something, wouldn't it?"

"Where is the bottle of glue, Buckman? That may throw some light on the subject."

"I left it in the main office," returned the superintendent. "But it won't do any good—"

"We might try to sift matters to the bottom anyway. Let us have a look at the bottle," returned Belden Brice, cutting him short.

"See here, Mr. Brice, I know my own business," cried Thomas Buckman, angrily. "I have discharged Bell and that ought to settle the matter. I take no stock in this fairy tale about that midnight visit."

"I do, Buckman," returned the speculator, his face flushing. "This matter is to be investigated. Let me tell you something," he went on, pointedly.