CHAPTER XIV
A Conversation Overheard
Penny had scant hope that ever she would win the reward offered by Mr.Kirmenbach. She knew as well as did her father that there was not onechance in fifty that her unique plan would bring results.
Mr. Hunter, upon being taken into the detective's confidence, was verywilling to cooperate. He placed the broken toy lantern on a prominentshelf near the candy counter and promised to report at once if anychild appeared to claim the trinket.
Susan and Penny fell into the habit of dropping into the store wheneverthey were in the village. They saw many children come to buy candy andall-day-suckers, but days passed and no child took the slightestinterest in the broken lantern.
"I'm afraid it was just another dud idea," Penny admitted ruefully.
"You are entirely too impatient," said her father. "Cases aren'tsolved in a week. The idea hasn't been thoroughly tested yet."
"I've lost confidence in it," Penny declared.
"It was a long shot at best," returned Mr. Nichols. "However, we'llleave the toy lantern at Mr. Hunter's store for another week at least."
Temporarily losing interest in her father's case, Penny remembered thatas yet Susan had never met old Herman Crocker.
"We might go back there this afternoon," she suggested.
"I don't care for Mr. Crocker's dog," Susan said uneasily. "Michaelmay not be around to help us out of trouble again."
"Oh, we can be careful," Penny replied. "Anyway, I think that Rudy ismostly bluff. I doubt he would bite."
"I notice you had a different opinion when he was coming at you!"teased Susan. "But if you're brave enough to go I suppose I'll tagalong even if we do get bit."
"I have a great curiosity to learn if Walter Crocker's car is still inthe barn," Penny confessed. "Somehow I keep feeling that there's somemystery about that fellow's disappearance."
"If the dog is around we'll probably never get within a mile of thebarn. But come on! You'll never be satisfied until we're chewed tobits."
The girls did not choose their usual route which led along the road.Instead they cut through the woods, intending to approach Mr. Crocker'splace from the direction of the barn.
When Susan and Penny emerged from the trees they were on Mr. Crocker'sfarm. They could see two men standing by the barn.
"There is Herman Crocker now!" exclaimed Penny as they halted. "Butwho is with him?"
"It looks a little like Michael Haymond," said Susan.
"It's not Michael," Penny corrected. "Why, I do believe it's WalterCrocker!"
"Old Herman's nephew!"
"Yes, I'm sure it is he."
"But Penny, you said he disappeared," Susan protested. "You thoughtOld Herman was responsible----"
"It seems I was wrong," Penny admitted ruefully. "I may have misjudgedHerman Crocker completely. I thought he was an unscrupulous person,but it doesn't look so much like it now."
"They're having some sort of argument," Susan observed. "I wish wecould hear what they're saying."
"Let's try to get closer. We can move behind the barn and probablyhear everything without being observed."
The two men were so engrossed in their conversation that they failed tosee the girls moving stealthily across the clearing. A moment more andthey were protected by the barn.
Penny and Susan crept as close to the men as they dared and then stoodlistening. They could hear Walter Crocker speaking.
"This is the last warning I'll give you," he told the old man. "Willyou fork up the money or shall I go to the authorities?"
"Give me time," Herman replied in a whining voice. "I've already givenyou all the cash I have in the bank."
"I know better," said Walter Crocker grimly. "You have plenty of moneybut you're too miserly to part with it. But maybe you'd rather keepyour stolen gold and go to jail!"
"You can't send me to jail--I've done nothing wrong."
"No?" asked the other mockingly. "I suppose you consider it perfectlylegal to appropriate the inheritance of your nephew and lead townfolksto believe that your sister died without leaving a child."
"You have no proof that you are Jenny's child. I'm not going to payyou another cent. It's blackmail!"
"Call it what you like," replied Walter Crocker with a sneer. "I amyour sister Jenny's child whom you thought to be safely out of the way.And I do have proof."
"I don't believe it," retorted the old man. "There could be no proof."
"You've already given me five hundred dollars hush money which isindication enough that you accept my story as the truth."
"I did that merely to get rid of you."
"Well, you'll not escape so easily this time, Mr. Crocker. Either youturn over a good portion of the estate to me or I'll go to law."
"Your case would be thrown out of court. Without proof----"
"My proof will stand up in any court," Walter Crocker interrupted. "Ithappens that I have a certain packet of letters which were written toyou by my mother before her death. And there is another communicationfrom a woman named Hilda Frank----"
"So you are the one who stole the letters from the trunk of mycottage!" Herman Crocker cried in rage. "I could have you arrested forhouse breaking!"
"I'd not act too hastily if I were you," returned the nephew coolly."However, I didn't steal the letters. They came into my possession ina perfectly legitimate way."
"I know better. You could have obtained those letters only by stealingthem!"
"I'll not argue with you," replied Walter Crocker evenly, "for afterall it is immaterial. The point is that I have the letters. Now willyou come to terms or shall I tell my story around Kendon?"
There was a long silence and then the girls heard Old Herman say in aweary voice:
"How much do you want?"
"I thought you would be reasonable in the matter," the other returnedtriumphantly. "I understand that my mother left an estate of eightythousand dollars."
"It was a great deal less than that," Old Herman muttered.
"Not wishing to be too hard on you I'll settle for an even fiftythousand dollars," Walter Crocker went on.
"Fifty thousand dollars," the old man groaned. "It's robbery."
"You forget that I am entitled to the entire estate. It was you whorobbed me. Well, do you agree?"
"You must give me time to raise the money."
"I'll expect a first installment in exactly one week from today,"Walter Crocker said firmly.
"I'll pay it only on one condition," replied the old man with risingspirit. "You must deliver to me the packet of letters. Otherwise I'dbe blackmailed out of every penny I own."
"You'll get the letters all right."
"Show them to me now."
"I can't do that," Walter Crocker replied, and Penny thought shedetected a trace of uneasiness in his voice.
"Perhaps you haven't the letters at all," Herman Crocker said quickly.
"Oh, yes, I have. But I don't carry them around with me. I'll bringthem a week from today."
"All right, but remember, no letters, no money. And another thing, Ican't have you coming here. Already folks are talking about your carbeing in my barn. I shouldn't have towed it here for you."
"Would you have wanted me to take it to a Kendon garage?"
"No," answered Herman Crocker shortly.
"I thought not. Well, where shall I meet you if you don't want mecoming here?"
"At the footbridge by the ravine."
"Where is that?" Walter Crocker asked.
"A quarter of a mile below my cottage. Be there next Thursday night atten o'clock."
"I'll be waiting," returned the young man. He started to walk away.
"Are you taking your car?" Herman Crocker called after him. "I fixedthe wheel."
"Yes, I'll get it now," the young man replied.
As the girls saw Old Herman walk toward the house alone they felt atrifle sorry for him. There was no question as to hi
s misdeeds, yettheir sympathies went out to him rather than to Walter Crocker whoevidently had been deprived of his rightful inheritance.
Penny and Susan heard the barn doors open and knew that the young manwas getting out his car. As he remained in the building longer thanseemed necessary, they moved around to a dust covered window and peeredcuriously inside.
"Why, he's searching for something!" Penny whispered.
Walter Crocker had removed the seat cushions and was examining everyinch of the automobile. His face was twisted with worry. The girlscould hear him muttering angrily to himself.
"What do you imagine he has lost?" Susan asked in an undertone. "Youcan tell by the way he acts that it's something important."
"I don't know, of course," Penny replied with a chuckle. "But I have asneaking idea it may be Herman Crocker's packet of letters!"