"Come upstairs and tell Lawyer Ripley whatever you know," requested
the tall man.
"I don't believe you'll find him in Sundays," replied Dick.
"We shall to-day," responded their guide confidently. "Mr. Ripley
is helping us in this search."
This, then, looked like proof that the Garwood family was well-to-do,
for Lawyer Ripley seldom worked for small fees.
Running ahead, the tall man threw open the door of the lawyer's
office.
"Mr. Ripley," he called, "here are some boys who think they have
seen Amos Garwood. Probably these youngsters are half dreaming,
yet they may have some information of value."
"I know these boys," nodded the lawyer, looking up, "and they
are dependable. They are good, bright boys. Prescott, come forward
and tell me just what you know, or think you know."
"First of all, sir," urged Dick, "let me give the best description
I can of the man we've seen."
"A good idea," nodded Mr. Ripley. "Go ahead."
Nor had young Prescott been engaged very long in his task of description
before the tall man broke in excitedly:
"That's our man, beyond a question! Where did you see him? When?"
Dick hastily recounted the strange happenings at the supposedly
untenanted cottage of the old water-works project.
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