They reached the
house where the physician had been, and found him waiting; a very
angry medical man indeed.
"So you got him; eh?" he called to Sandy.
"That's what I did. And I'd like to borrow your car to take him to
jail, if you don't mind."
"I don't mind a bit, and I'll go along to lodge a charge against him.
There's a state law against anyone taking another person's automobile
without permission. Who is he, anyhow, Sandy?"
"I don't know, and he won't tell."
The man maintained a sullen silence during the remainder of the trip,
and when the office of Squire Blasdell was reached he was led inside
by Sandy.
"I've got a prisoner here for you, Squire," announced the young
farmer. "I don't know what his name is, and I don't exactly know what
charge we can make against him. But he's been hanging around Oak Farm
for some time, and he runs whenever anyone comes near him, and if
that ain't suspicion I don't know what is."
"You're right there, Sandy," said the squire, who, in spite of the
fact that he was about to foreclose on Oak Farm, was not on bad terms
with the Apgars. The truth of the matter was that the squire only
acted as agent for others whose money he put out on mortgages.
Personally he was sorry for the Apgars.
"Now then, Mister whatever-your-name-is," began the squire, "what
about you?"
"I'll tell you nothing," said the man.
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