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he gave her what was left of the powder and she fell over
where she was found. Then he stepped out of an upper window to the top
of the piazza and dropped to the ground, and came away across the brook
and through the woods."
"Then you are bound to convict him. What of Watkins?"
"I'll use him as a witness against Styles in the murder trial and then
you can have him tried as a counterfeiter. The old woman will also
prove a good witness. She is so old, and has promised to reform, so
there is no use of our pushing a charge against her. The rest of the
crowd will all get what they deserve. I'm glad we got the bogus
printing plates."
"Have you heard anything of the Langmore estate?"
"Yes. Mr. Langmore left his wife her legal share, and the balance to
his daughters, Margaret getting a little the larger portion. Mrs.
Langmore leaves her money to her sons, one-fourth to Dick, the
spendthrift, and three-fourths to Tom. I have also rooted out some
papers among Styles' effects, which will give Tom Ostrello his patent
back, and also give some patent rights to Mr. Langmore's estate. I can
tell you, Matlock Styles was a deep one. It was only once in a great
while that he drank and bungled."
"Well, the greatest of criminals have their weak spots, you know that
as well as I do. Styles, I suppose, also got up that bogus confession,
signed in Miss Langmore's name."
"He did. When he found the girl wouldn't marry him, he was wild and
ready for any treachery."
"And how is the girl doing?"
"I am going to see now."
When out on the street, Adam Adams ran into Tom Ostrello, arm in arm
with Letty. He was amazed for an instant, and then his face broke into
a smile.
"I just couldn't help it, Uncle Adam!" cried the girl. "I had to come
here to congratulate Tom on his escape."
"Well, I don't blame you, Letty. Yes, it has turned out well for you.
I hope it turns out as well for Miss Langmore and Mr. Case."
Margaret was again at Martha Sampson's cottage. When the detective
entered he heard a murmur of voices in one of the upper rooms. He ran
upstairs, to find the girl sitting up in bed and Raymond by her side.
The young man's face was filled with happiness.
"Come in! Come in!" he cried joyously. "She has come around all
right, Mr. Adams. She is a little weak still, but the doctor says she
will be well as ever in a week or ten days. The good news has braced
her up wonderfully."
"And all due to you,
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