"Best kind."
"Oh, what is it?" she cried, forgetting all about her own. "Is it Mr.
Welton?"
"It'll take some time to tell mine," said Bob, "and we must hunt up Mr.
Thorne. Yours first."
"Pollock is free!"
"Pollock free!" echoed Bob. "How is that? I thought his trial was not
until next week!"
"The prosecuting attorney quashed the indictment--or whatever it is they
do. Anyhow, he let George go for lack of evidence to convict."
"I guess he was relying on evidence promised by Oldham, which he never
got," Bob surmised.
"And never will," Orde cautioned them. "You two young people must be
careful never to know anything of this."
Bob opened his mouth to say something; was suddenly struck by a thought,
and closed it again.
"Why do you say that?" he asked at last. "Why do you think Miss Thorne
must know of this?"
But Orde only smiled amusedly beneath his white moustache.
They found Ashley Thorne, and acquainted him with the whole situation.
He listened thoughtfully.
"The matter is over our heads, of course; but we must do our best. Of
course, by all rights the man ought to be indicted; but there can be no
question that there is a common sense that takes the substance of
victory and lets the shadow go.
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