"I had expected to go to Rochester in the morning," he began, as Dorothy
dropped to the stool at his feet, "but that dear old meddling doctor
says no. I feel well enough--"

"But you are not, daddy dear," interrupted Dorothy. "You have been
working too hard, I should not have left you."

"Tut, tut, child, it is you who have been working too hard. I did not
realize it until I picked up the loose ends. But we must not play pot
and kettle. We must talk business."

Major Dale went across the room and opened his desk. The letter he
wanted was at his hand and he glanced at it hurriedly.

"Yes, it is to-morrow morning," he said. "I was to appear in court to
identify Anderson."

"They have him then?" Dorothy could not refrain from asking.

"Yes, your man--Squire Travers--refunded him up, so you see he has
returned your compliment, he has captured your enemy."

"But how could you identify Anderson? You have never seen him."

"Yes, I had that pleasure once. I saw him with Burlock and I could
identify him. Travers did some fine work on the case, walked right over
the detectives, and he deserves credit. He will get it too, in the way
of a second term as squire, for he has completely broken up the
factions--it seems like one party now."