started 'cross the river this afternoon."

"You--four hours ago? You--you--" sputtered the marshal. "An' why didn't
you let us know afore this?"

"There was a game o' baseball in Hasty's lot, an'--" began one of the
newcomers sheepishly.

"Well, I'll be gosh-whizzled!" gasped Anderson Crow, sitting down
suddenly.

* * * * *

An hour and a half later Mr. and Mrs. John Ethelbert Barnes were driven
up to Judge Brewster's country place in Mr. David Bracken's brake. They
were accompanied by Mr. and Mrs. George Crosby, and were carrying out
the plans as outlined in the original programme.

"Where's papa?" Marjory tremulously inquired of the footman in the
hallway.

"He's waitin' for you in the library, miss--I should say Mrs. Barnes,"
replied the man, a trace of excitement in his face.

"Mrs. Barnes!" exclaimed four voices at once.

"Who told you, William?" cried Marjory, leaning upon Jack for support.

"A Mr. Anderson Crow was here not half an hour ago, ma'am, to assure Mr.
Brewster as to how his new son-in-law was in nowise connected with the
murder up the way. He said as how he had personally investigated the
case, miss--ma'am, and Mr. Brewster could rely on his word for it, Mr.
Jack was not the man. He told him as how you was married at the
boathouse."

"Yes--and then?" cried Marjory eagerly.

"Mr. Brewster said that Mr. Jack wasn't born to be hanged, and for me to
have an extry plate laid at the table for him to-night," concluded
William with an expressive grin.

CHAPTER V

The Babe on the Doorstep

It was midnight in Tinkletown, many months after the events mentioned in
the foregoing chapters, and a blizzard was raging. The February wind
rasped through the bare trees, shrieked around the corners of lightless
houses and whipped its way through the scurrying snow with all the rage
of a lion. The snow, on account of the bitter cold in the air, did not
fly in big flakes, but whizzed like tiny bullets, cutting the flesh of
men and beasts like the sting of wasps. It was a good night to be
indoors over a roaring fire or in bed between extra blankets. No one,
unless commanded by emergency, had the temerity to be abroad that night.

The Crow family snoozed comfortably in spite of the calliope shrieks of
the wind. The home of the town marshal was blanketed in peace and the
wind had no terrors for its occupants. They slept the sleep of the
toasted. The windows may have ra