r even his uncle? If they're looking for hurt, tell them
they're on the right road."

"No, no," said Curran, "these are straight men. But if doubt is cast on
a business transaction, they intend to clear it away. It would be just
like them to bring suit to establish the identity of Arthur with the
Arthur Dillon who sold them the mine. Now, Senator, could you go into
court and swear positively that the young man who came back from
California five years ago is the nephew who ran away from home at the
age of fifteen?"

"Swear it till I turned blue; why, it's foolish, simply foolish. And
every man, woman, and child in the district would do the same. Why don't
you go and talk with Artie about it?"

"Because the company doesn't wish to make a fuss until they have some
ground to walk on," replied Curran easily. "When I tell them how sure
the relatives and friends of Arthur are about his identity, they may
drop the affair. But now, Senator, just discussing the thing as friends,
you know, if you were asked in court why you were so sure Arthur is your
nephew, what could you tell the court?"

"If the court asked me how I knew my mother was my mother----"

"That's well enough, I know. But in this case Arthur was absent ten
years, in which time you never saw him, heard of him, or from him."

"Good point," said the Senator musingly. "When Artie came home from
California, he was sick, and I went to see him. He was in bed. Say, I'll
never forget it, Curran. I saw Pat sick once at the same age ... Pat was
his father, d'ye see?... and here was Pat lying before me in the bed. I
tell you it shook me. I never thought he'd grow so much like his father,
though he has the family features. Know him to be Pat's son? Why, if he
told me himself he was any one else, I wouldn't believe him."

Evidently the Senator knew nothing of Horace Endicott and recognised
Arthur Dillon as his brother's son. The detective was not surprised;
neither was Edith at the daily report.

"There isn't another like him on earth," she said with the pride of a
discoverer. "Keep on until you find his tracks, here or in California."

Curran had an interesting chat with Judy Haskell on a similar theme, but
with a different excuse from that which roused the Senator. The old lady
knew the detective only as Arthur's friend. He approached her
mysteriously, with a story of a gold mine awaiting Arthur in California,
as soon as he could prove to the courts that he was really